Lyrics:
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Just to watch you veg
Me and Ryan Gosling got somethin' in common
We both fly as fuck and rock with the Mormons
She wormin' that shit with that shit in
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...
("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")
...And he laid
Put a mic in my hand, it's dangerous, man
I'm super fly when I open up my wingspan
Lookin' funky fresh in the high dolla sneakers
And I'm workin'
You know I really get it, go ask around the city
Hook up all them chickens, girl don't ask me 'bout no tickets
Just ride, just ride, just ride, just
recorder turn up the bass
No time to waste just dog the place
are-are-are-Rocket like a missile in space
Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case
We fly
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
haters face down on the mat
Splat! Yeah I can make a green nigga mad
Quick, fast, flash like ten cash on his bitch ass
[B.O.B.]
You can tell I'm a G by
pooh-butt
Step to me, the cops are still diggin n****z up
What's up? What's up? What's up? You want to try your luck
You move you weave you bob you got
[Bizzy (Krayzie)]
Pick up you're wings and prepare them to fly
(Bone thug souljah bone thug souljah, souljah)
In the battlezone,the battlezone
Yeh e yeh
Hmmmm hun hun hun hun hmmm
Tomzy e e
Oh uh uh uh
Bob Blaq
Yeh yeh
Bro I'm not your padi
Where were u when I dey soak Gari
When e don dey
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
talk while I listen
I just bought me a new Harley
Smokin' bomb like Bob Marley
Don't let that girl drive you crazy
I fucked her and passed her to M80
grill
Butter fly my steak
Shrimp and lobster on chill
Do it how I feel
Cuz doin' what you love won't hurt ya
Plus an L7 could never understand
And hi, ho, hand me my shovel
I'm liable to dig my hole deeper
And it's off to H-E double hockey sticks I go
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm
stacking meal tickets
Gotta close another deal that's how I still get it
Full commission, Pitchin promo shit to get your wheels spinning
Blowing up your
[Lilscienz]
Yo, freestyles, reside to the e-ventually
You might see me, kick the spree
Get the tape in the Benzi box
Up in club spots
On a regular
yelling, "I can't help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no (what's witchyou?), you for real?
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy,
yelling, "I can't help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no (what's witchyou?), you for real?
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy,
Fly away with me and you'll be free
Fly away with me, be free-ee
“Stay close to me”
By your nest me supposed to be
“Careful when you step, 10 toes
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
my thing
I'm the M, are, N E-Double S
Come on, ah fly girl, and put me to a test
and I'll rock you, until you give me the rest
I keep on it, until
de panky 'tween you 'n dem two concrete flamingos ovuh by de steps! you been messin' wit de
E bird o' new jersey, muthafucker! dat kin git you five
co-log- nuh directly into de duo-deenum of de unsuspecting victim! now he gone see if he immune to it by e
A dab hisseff!
(singing)
Flies all green an'
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