Lyrics:
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
Goosepimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y-M
That 'gnac, that Goose, that Tron, that gin
Got a club of girls cracking, let the party begin
I heard you
GALAHAD: Look, [something] as much peril as I can.
LAUNCELOT: No, we've got to find the Holy Grail. Come on!
GALAHAD: Well, let me have just a little bit
a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
Attached to your girl like a .jpeg
Party scene turn
just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
Attached to your girl like a .jpeg
Party scene turn
a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
to have it before they have me miss
My son's football practice
Fuck y'all niggas that killed Lil Snupe
And when we run into y'all niggas
We gone kill y'all
got it goin' on
And New York is the city that we know don't sleep
And we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggy
But on the sneak, Miami bringin'
got it goin' on
And New York is the city that we know don't sleep
And we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggy
But on the sneak, Miami bringin'
Dumbo 1-0
Before you started smokin' crack
Your life was beautiful
But we ain't come here to hear 'bout
All the shit you used to do
"I got 250K to battle
like my Netflix loaded
(Get em')
Telling your boss brick city boys is fire
Never mind
Half of y'all be talking through the wire
Media slandered me
So
we'll go (shut the fuck up)
Alright
Ask Dre
All I got is my word, my dick and my MAC-10
One thing you can never have is my motherfuckin' black skin
party
The way your body look really make me feel naughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin,
party
The way your body look really make me feel naughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin,
When I wrote about parties
It didn't fit
Six in the morning
That was the real shit
O.G. original gangster
O.G. original gangster
O.G. original
nobody unless they're OG's
Cause that ain't the way of an OG
So I G-O collect more G's, every dollar
Never changed though, I'm just the new version
drop it low
And bust it open money
Cause we throwin' Lou
Women all in they birthday suit
If Jackpot your favorite crew then
Pop that like Uncle Luke
I
on my feet no matter what
Juve got four and B.G. got ten, while my thirty-two golds nigga we all in
Turk got the red beam team, double are Rolls
at?)
Remix
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it, everybody got it, uh
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
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