Lyrics:
talk?
Course not, I'm big like horse nut
Under pressure I don't sweat like my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps
Get fix fast by
the little wasteman
Didn't clock it?
Shut up! Movement DVD! Don't get it twisted
Representer bRAP!
Big up Scorcher, big up Wretch, big up Ghetts
Dun know
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
To get DVD's and big screen
vehicle next to us
Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
With television, Dreamcast, DVDs
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot,
sure that's necessary?
PIGLET: We must examine you.
GALAHAD: There's nothing wrong with that!
PIGLET: Please -- we are doctors.
GALAHAD: Get off
girls in all the little dresses, good Lord
They knew we weren't from 'round there
'Cause every time we down there we pulling out the Boost Mobile sim
done bein' whack
We got every hand up from the front to the back
If you wonderin' why you just dressin' funny in rap
You need attention dog, there
Cadillac trucks
All the best for your buck
Six TV's with DVD's
Twenty-g's worth of sound so a nigga can hear me
We shine and floss
We pay the boss
there's my dogs
I will rob and steal witcha, dog nigga what
Ride 'til we die, on 'til it's up
Thick like blood, where's my dogs
Uh, there's my dogs
there's my dogs
I will rob and steal witcha, dog nigga what
Ride 'til we die, on 'til it's up
Thick like blood, where's my dogs
Uh, there's my dogs
I'm so present in the moment it's like Christmas everyday of my life
No one told that to get here takes lives
So yeah I'm working hard, and yeah I'm
'til there ain't no more plain left
Now pay respect to them gods, niggas
Not talkin' church, talkin' (?) niggas
On boulevards where we ride
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
on fire, that must be them Hot Boys
You muthafuckin' right, you think this not girl?
Better think twice, get it right dog
Know you recognize, we got it
on fire, that must be them Hot Boys
You muthafuckin' right, you think this not girl?
Better think twice, get it right dog
Know you recognize, we got it
impatient and tyerd of your moaning
I should of told we'll sort it when i get in at 6
And settle our differences by talking it out and shit
First thing this
air forces white tank and shit
Ain't nothing soft on boy stop thankin' it
I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet
This bank I get style we all that
bitch up
[Mannie:] Oh 20 dub deuces is how we do that there yo
[Lac:] If you ride with an ugly chick than put that bitch in
[Mannie:] Get you a dime
call a car it will be two minutes
'Til it's at the bar and we hop in it
It's pretty clear that we're both here to get over someone
So if you wanna
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
With television, Dreamcast, DVDs
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga
on 16's, then put that bitch up!
Mannie: Twenties, dub deuces, 'das how we do that there ya'll...
Lac: If you ride with an ugly chick, then trade that bitch
They'll be a lot of, banging and screaming
Kinda like a firework celebration, definitely
Danger, tell these babies there's no
Space in a major anybody get
there
In 2005 I found cheap recording space and
Sang about the killing ground of Somalia:
"We begin our day by the way of the gun
You don't pay
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