Lyrics:
me how to be an African Balla
I'm an African Balla just like T'Challa
If you are trying to stand up for your people then holla
I'm an African Balla
all good
I done caught a few charges
I ain't scared to catch some more
You hear me bitch? Come to my motherfucking do'
And watch me pluck yo
in my Chevy 'Vette
Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get
Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy
See the boy, see
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I'm
holla so that wahala go holla yo
So follow slow when wahala holla yo
Bend your back get low your wahala will go
Just wanna collambo even if wahala may
stripper by the toe
If she holla, buy her clothes
Then bash them guts on video
These dudes be treating women like a piece of fucking meat ('sup ma?)
These
whining vixen
And by di way she moving like she need a fixing
Gyal ah move and gyal a gwaan like whining vixen
When she get dha feeling mi she link fi fix
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
Yah
Uh
Lemme find out
Cobain
Yo
Uh
Yah
Cobain
Get it
Look Blitz
Yo
I'm steady waiting for someone to push me never been pussy that's out
They steady
to
Hittin people like a scene of amazement
Floored by Erick Sermon arrangement
Frontin I can never do (uh-huh)
So now I'm lookin dead at you, so what you
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
Cameras flashing snoop interviewing Bill Clinton
Yo hold on hold on hold on hold on
Stop the cameras stop the press stop the press
Now bill this
like you
[Chorus:]
[Babyface]
Yo' get her love and much respect
Even if she's got man
Ghetto, player you must understand
That's you baby's momma
set up shop
And then we raid the hood (raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up
Like Yo Gotti and 'em (like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town with
of that sizzurp holla at a nizzel
Hit it in the cizzil gone off that drank-drank
Go let go my eggo and find you a drug mayn
Bigger then a dollar cause
I'm tasting wasabi her competition that ain't nobody
She bump fynesse dolph yo gotti Met the Migos in the lobby(hotel)
Gotta lifestyle that intrigues
on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey
Chipped up celly
Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
Yo! I don't just live by reputation
I'm
your flow?
How right is your dough?
'Cause I'm like that yo, ya heard?
How white is your blow? Holla back
Only, write what you know
Bounce wit me,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
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