Lyrics:
you mix and you measure
Got sycophants to please
We're parked in the lot for the peasants
Got snuck in for free
And while you bury your skin in
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down
(The Game) Verse 2
Somebody tell Luda,
I'm on the way now,
Aight, just stepped one size 12,
Air
with the heat, and yes Young Fire produced it
With true spit, I get lots of relish with strange music
My crews thick dudes click and guess who's with
smokin grass
Will I last or will I break like glass
What happens if ya checkin me? Its easy
I give ya 1, 2, 3, or i s h oo t
Everywhere they know it's me
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
no debate
If you see the state that it's in
You'd say fuck the state
We got a lot on our plate (Yeah)
But that's the way that it's been (Haaa)
A thin
let it rock
Cook a beat and kill a beat
I'm reverse hunting, come in hot
Everything I do, I do it top notch 'cause baby why not
Like Sir Mix-A-Lot, I
It could be a beautiful day
And you'll get hit by strays
This is what you do
If a nigga stealing money out the crew
Cut eight of his fingers off
two hot hoes
Finger still up one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the light
The fucking shit's taking forever to change
It's stuck, these
there feeding off of me Like I'm the definition of demonology
I'm just honestly dead inside come jump in my ride
Come get lost with me there's lots to see
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am,
a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey)
Lyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid (hey)
And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up
my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow than bask, sufferin' succotash
But the antacid, it gives my stomach gas
When I mix my corn with
One, never write anything in pen, always in pencil, because there's an eraser. And two, you have a lot of friends on the way up, but it's lonely
it Over Like I Told Her
Squat & den she Pop dat Twatt
High asl u smell da “odor” -
Mix my Soda & it turnt 2 pop
I’m sippin Lean - Str8 Drop
he’s got two (got two)
I’m like babe (like babe) that’s how we do
(that’s how we do)
No, no, no you man can't do it like me
Nope, you can't do it like me
ready
She jump on my lap then she ride like a Jeep
Flip on that stomach, that bitch she ain't running
She slurp when she spit cause she like when it's
don’t respect me
Too caught up in the mix and I don’t like my bitches messy
I seen a lot of pretty faces so that don’t really impress me
And I can show I
heart skip run go and jump a mile
You know you got it in your life itll all be fine
And I can write a rhyme, and I can mix a song
Just know that in due
w us. Even if you was on the 6 you wasn’t on the 6 w us. Don’t mix it up.
Niggas know they not cut from that stitch w us. You neva hit no lick,
Haha that's why they say you're a psycho you people can be two faced mahn
Two faced
Jump the top
Yeh you used to be two faced
Mahn you is two
a figment
If it goin break I better go fix it
Take two styles and I might go mix em
Missed that car by just a few inches
So glad I'm livin
And I hope it will
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