Lyrics:
exactly how you feel
Pateks, Audemars, and Rollies, perfect timing while I call lil' woadie
Trap house without no door key, ballin' hard, not talkin' Kobe
Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
I only got three words to say:
South Central Madness
Hoo-ridin in the Central, yeah, the gangsters
Let's do it
Workin' all week, 9 to 5 for my money
So when the weekend comes I go get live with the honey
Rollin' down the street, I saw this
Let's do it
Workin' all week, 9 to 5 for my money
So when the weekend comes I go get live with the honey
Rollin' down the street, I saw this
to me or call me dad
I will always be here for you however I can
But if you ever get bored or have any questions, man
Come by for a while
Or you can even
a jacket
Ain't no comin' back from now
You wrapped up on the party life
Out here we acceptin' taxes
Southside
Tell ya daddy stop his hating
'Cause
God
I’ll be dripping in the sauce, you gon’ need another plate
Kick my worries out the door, leave ‘em for another day
I don’t got no time to waste
bread up
Talking down on the dead
Quickest way to get wet up
And rule number ten
Always do you
F opinions
This the shit we live by
This the shit we live
I'm talkin' down home
Smothered in gravy, Cool J be
Havin' young ladies
Bustin' like three eighties
Lubricated silencers
Crushin' all challengers
lil' home away from home
They say the ghosts of bad and evil still live in that tavern
And on a quiet night
You can still hear the footsteps
At first I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights thinkin' how you did
Do you remember the first time you fell in love
The way it felt, the way it feels
Bein' able to say from the bottom of your heart
I love you for
the lightning staff
Shock you till you line go flat
Got The Doors full blast in the studio trying to find this grove to this beat I got from Kaydel
Either you is
time for wasting
Brought the pot for the stew get in line for tasting
If you facing the front door like Main Source
Turn around and sit down while serve
down from on Mars,
I can not cry for you when I'm always broken,
We do not provide violence here,
Yap a lot you meet silence here,
Mollydooker got
I was bullshitting
DG III is here at the party
And I, I, Mir Money, brought him here
What's up
(Bow down)
(Bow down)
Look
Ya majesty has arrived
Ya
through mud
Could you tell them what you feeling in your soul for real?
Would you open those doors what's it costing you, yeah?
Only the minimum that's what
daddy wanna fight me
That pump, man, make him jump, man
You would think his ass was sponsored by Nike
I'm every little kid's idol
Got more verses than
daddy wanna fight me
That pump, man, make him jump, man
You would think his ass was sponsored by Nike
I'm every little kid's idol
Got more verses than
When I spit they salute OJT
When I rhyme I bring thunder OKC
We the kings of the game RAP
Brought to you by yours truly DJayZee
You niggas rap like
Knowing yourself, see yourself in the mist
It is worse for her
Without your identity, you won't grow like fern
From her face, there are no more gleams
Her
can tell by the way that I vibe
00:24.91Its Nothing better than a good day X3
00:33.30You could never bring me down no way
00:37.10Waking up
wink and give you that eye
Bet you can tell by the way that I vibe
It‘s Nothing better than a good day X3
You could never bring me down no way
by the time you blink, I'll be gone
Pack up and leave to California, wasn't me, you've seen a mirage
My delinquency as a minor, might've put a wrinkle
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