Lyrics:
different heat
But when we move the macs for Game, cuz we on the same beat
So if you f**k wit blood, then you f**k wit us
And we ain't bustin' duds, cuz we
Fat Joe
And that bitch, Remy Martin
We thuggin'
You know the rest
Got the tank top on that show the vest
I know some chickens that be
got some drank from that boy with that bird
And you know we just hooked up on some syrup
Now you know we gone, goin real strong
I thinkin ride far, I
on some syrup
Now you know we gone, goin real strong
I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long
Drop roll barre, that what I want
I'm comin on down jammin
[Verse 7: Haircut Joe]
Thought you niggas knew
Coming down in a candy hoo doo
Banging under that tint
Fixin to come down
And I got that dro scent
From that
[Verse 7: Haircut Joe]
Thought you niggas knew
Coming down in a candy hoo doo
Banging under that tint
Fixin to come down
And I got that dro scent
From that
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
you was never
posted up at the Suisan
Say you a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven
(Twista)
[Hook:]
You ain't neva heard a slow jam like this
You ain't neva had a remix like this
You ain't neva been freaky like this
Rollin on 24's
it up (Twista)
[Hook:]
You ain't neva heard a slow jam like this
You ain't neva had a remix like this
You ain't neva been freaky like this
Rollin
uMash ubiza ama drummy, Aye
amaBrentwood wam' ecost' u25K
Nou medie yao ebatla hong tshwara di tedu
Yeah
I'm tired of niggas who talk on the phone
face
and as far for feds, they gon have to get me at the top
when you see me, you betta ride if you got the drop
cuz i stay wit the magnum, the 3-5-7
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
face
and as far for feds, they gon have to get me at the top
when you see me, you betta ride if you got the drop
cuz i stay wit the magnum, the 3-5-7
Represent dat dirty south
4-star major general Mamma work and come out about
I ride wit No Limit soldiers
Yes we checkin'
Wit' the colonel Master P
He be
to me
That play was magnificent, had me going til the end of it
Take a standing ovation, you got me thinkin this a real friendship
You had me thinkin we
like
A man that lost his fuckin' thumb
Hold up, you look like a cab driver
The boy that pump my gas and the boy
At 7-11 I buy my Dutchies from
This might
Apocalypse Now
Mind over matter next batter be Tical
Put it on a platter how much uncut
Raw shit we dealin' wit, murder track what
Slang killin' it,
(Hellrell)
By the time this shit touch the streets
Ill prolly be shackeled down on the bus wit beats
But imma ride anyway
Get high anyway, and let my vvs
things gotta change up
I want to sing, but I think I better hold up
B got beehive, you gotta a low ride
Can't stop, won't stop, rockin' till I die
As I
삶이지 네 행동은 그냥 말이지
유행이라고 난 안 따라 I got my own shit 그게 간지지
파도 안 타 난 낚시질 난 돈 셀 때 넌 딸치기
My city 등에 메고 다니지 but fuck you if you don't ride wit me
Easy
Yeah (wah)
Shoutout to Nightshade on the remix
My boy, T-Nixx
Keepin’ it smooth for that ass (ooh wee)
You’re now rockin’ with the Ason
Rhyme,
go-getta
Nigga outta line
Playboy I got ten on ya feet
Car shinna
Rim blinda
20 inch rida
Nigga and you can ride right beside me
Titty watcha
Hoe stoppa
VCR
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