Lyrics:
sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The C needs coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's
an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so I stay low
Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough
Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
Whose side are you
Who that thug nigga, moving units state to state
I-10 connected with weight, but now replaced by tapes
And C.D.'s, I'm S.U.C till I D-I-E
Affilliated
Vènt ch ì urlän... tempéssti d giàz... a sòn ché al pòrti d l'Inverän, circundé sôl da frädda puräzza... A stàgh da pär mé, tra spàzi infinì e stasôn
gotta keep it real
Mass appeal from that Tribe Called Quest
Touchin' on your girl breast
Maybe not, I'm a married man
This is how we do it
Can you carry
back was on the teacher
I was the class clown
Crying out for help to all my brothers
They ain't know that sound
Next time y'all talk bad on me
I'm gone
I'm out to get ya, hit ya, and take the picture
Post you up on the Internet dot com
Lil' baby got the bomb
[Hook x2: E-40, be -Legit]
Why you
j'rappe ou chante le biz' perd les eaux
Je les entend parler de Soprano
Normal mon dernier album les traite d'tous les noms d'oiseaux (Hahaaa !)
[R.E
top it
Blue top it, man they all cracking, they all popping
Little Scappy though, they want no problems
I had a mixtape I want no album, no album
I'm
I’m probably next up
Stay Scheming was my summer anthem
I told them boys I’m back like a phantom
On my third album (Third album)
In the past 2 years
[Yung Joc:]
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four, fight
Stick to the B-E-A-T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y-T, catching all the lights
Just easy
Later) for it, no Aubrey
Switch my demeanor up I'm, off my 380 shit
My, future's bright, stars is by my head, baby shit
Make me sick, what you eat don't
How ya album doin'?
I'm gettin' cake off of my latest
Anticipated like the iPhone
Respected in any city that I roam
Summertime
Wintertime
Making songs better while I just display the bars
Knew I had Cha$e, ain't no ReelSeason
They told me hip hop was dead guess what I'm still breathing
What
think I will forget that day
I'm the lion and you're the prey
I'm an up and coming artist, I'm on my way
When I speak y'all need to obey
Guys the album is
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
See mails on the e mail
Got the green before they see Hell
Goin' hard like a shemale
You know what I mean
Get it? Goin' hard like a shemale? Shit
In
[ VERSE 1: Ganxsta are?dd ]
Bail on stage with a gangster lean
Busters duck once I'm on the scene
Opponents went out the do'
The innocents hit
of dawn
I'm the Biz Mark, and I'm a sure shot
All of a sudden, you you you you..
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got a wife by the name
hit ya nose, no face no case
No trace ain't safe
Ain't gotta be extra but lyrically extraterrestrial
Abducted by E.T.,work miracles
Half StarMan im
man it's in my Bloodline
It's in my Bloodline
I can't help it my warrior ways
Its In my Bloodline I can feel it course through my veins.
Kana'e
heads like the light from a fuckin' beam
Weed, percocets, lean
Niggas gon' OD
They say my music is a drug
Its so D-O-P-E
I D-O-D-G E
The hatin' O-P-P’s
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