Lyrics:
here we go
Here is the way that we get in the mood
The environment is set by you
No matter where you are, it's something to do
Turn the music up
mobile phones and beepers
Cars and hoes, and plenty dust for the geekers
Me, I'm a break beater, microphone eater
Weed leader, siizlin' like a fajita
But
I touch down, by lil Fate
(Hook)
Now don't get mad at me 'cause ya hoe outta pocket and she chose (she chose)
Just charge it to the game and find
Wake up to the mathematics, rhyme fanatic, lyrical acrobatic, fantastic
Master mind, shine thoughts, hell of a force
I come through, niggas take
demeanor, the hoes get meaner when a nigga's broke
In society's yoke
I get in you're damn broke wearin virgin lamb coats
Splurgin grand notes, I had her
to question always sweatin' you
they sayin' you actin' funny and they pest from you
they testin' you like you ain't be true
but the lessons by they else tellin'
and satellite (Satelite)
game so cold it'll freeze (it'll freeze)
any nigga out here that be actin' like a breezy (like a breezy)
pan pan hoes for the cocoa
[SNOOP:]It's the pimp
30 hoes and a color TV
A fat Lincoln Continental ridin' long
So I be the mack
And I see ya at
Another place
Then I'll be hurt
Cuz you heard somethin that wasn't even real
Yeah I'm gon' lie and tears gon'cry
Your face gonna dry as the years go by
I done
But when I'm in Atlanta I be sticking ones in her thong, hit it with Bandanas
I'ma play that cat like it was played by Santana
Bitch I hit you up
get inspired by the blunts too (too)
I'll front you, if you hang with a bunk crew (chump)
I roam the strip for bones to pick
When I find one, I'm
attack the twat viciously
Got it twitchin' she's a bitch to the dopefiend beat
Hope we meet in the next lifetime
For the strife I'm, the nigga with
get inspired by the blunts too (too)
I'll front you, if you hang with a bunk crew (chump)
I roam the strip for bones to pick
When I find one, I'm
all the cabbage
Steal from the rich and give to the poor
We sell a few drugs, bust a few slugs, and pimp a few hoes
Don't let us find a vacant
bet nobody bet' not get no less than the next
Fo' niggaz, three straps, where these hoes at?
Lookin for some trouble just bust a nigga bubble
They
knifed in broad daylight
Don't try to run, you'll get blocked off
I got spotted by a cop, so now that cop is knocked off
if I get back I get out with
beat go
Ballin like a free throw
No wonder I got freak hoes
Cocky confidence but to them it's just my ego
These niggas bore me tellin stories livin
money, yeah, me and my team hit the playoffs, we don't take a day off
Oh (we don't take a day off)
Woke up with three hoes, I'm a player
That's my
head by Keke getting tree-tree
All these niggas wanna be me
Can't trust no bitch
These bitches fuck on anything
ain't got no label yeah, tall tale
Why you lil' niggas tell fables?
Diamonds, they coming from Tiffany
I'll put that straight on your neck
Ooh, yeah, iced
soul
To Saturn, it doesn't matter how you roll
I'd rather you go
To the cemetery or morgue with 10 or
12 of your boys over hoes, money
Or irrelevant wars
the dirtier clothes
Breaking inside niggas' cars and
We took what
We thought could get hurried and sold
Get no remorse or no sympathy, boy, yeah
I heard you got
Always wanna know bout my hoes and my pimp life
Nigga what it is what it was what it been like
Can I get a chickenhead shake and some french fries?
[U-God]
Yo yo
I was born with this magnet, warned by the dragnet
About my dirty habits, I got to have it, the super-glow
Deuce Bigelow - Male Gigolo
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