Lyrics:
can get
Africa and I, while Sammy be's on the set
I kick the rhyme to the girl and she became my pet
I lend some sucker some juice and now he's in debt
Shrimp, I got the tartar sauce
Never underestimate the power of the force
of the intellectual KRS-One
I don't think yet my job is done, because
I
I been cheffing up for a minute (they don't know)
How I got here can't disclose for my fear of recognition
Now I'm up and I'm on one for sure
Careful
of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I
it complete
'Cause everyone's swingin' today
So we call it Opus One, it's not for Sammy Kaye, hey, hey, hey
Opus One, it's got to swing, not sway,
Say my name if you want more beef
...
I don't associate wit niggas who switch
fake thug like Sammy the Bull, turn snitch
Yo my glock kick, ready to spit
drinkin' and passin' brew
Money tried to flip but he got flopped
Said, it was his corner, let him know his corner's on my block
I know your fantasy,
and he the young bull
Not Sammy the bull
That pistol on my hip then I
Got a hammy to pull i had a Lammy in school
I think it was diablo red
I'm TI red, I
hardest, hard can get
Africa and I, while Sammy be 's on the set
I kick the rhyme to the girl and she became my pet
I lend some sucker some juice and now
Hey
Sleezy
Jenny Melly and Jasmine too
Shake them haters off girl this song for you
Sammy Sarah and Jessica too
Shake that ass girl you ain't got
gang money.
Reminiscing on my first slant,
By the time I was sipping on my first Schlitz
Hit the game, I started as a look out,
See the fly cars that
talk
(They think I be glorifying this street shit, not at all, uh-uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
In interviews talkin' Plug talk
Got my name off of drug
I used to love his karate
But even he snitched, he told on Peter Gotti
Pillow-talk wit' cha girl about that German Ruger
Got her in a small room
take down this number homie
[Chorus]
Everywhere I go all of the people know my name
It's ya big homie Snoopy, just tell 'em you with me
I got
I'm gettin' paid by the pound and I got mad flow
Flip flop who's the bigger one, quick to figure one
two, three two one, ah!
Keep a pen and a pad
Sammy Boy
Alright
You guys have been great, and I appreciate every one of you for being here
I really do
I'd like to thank everybody for stopping by
I
on the posters
Sold explosives, bottle rockets by the grosses
First taste of big money, now I need double doses
Don't need no features, we got Ghost to host us
lil plans
That nana got power like Lala
She only want ballers
Addicted to Prada
I work my magic like tada
Get her to the bed
We do the lambada
She
Yeah
Yeah
All things are working for my good
They're working for my good, yeah
Sammy...
Hart...
Let me talk to ya
I...
I don't have to worry about
Designated driver
Don't worry girl I gotcha
Rolling like Sinatra
CMR with the chopper
Roll like Sammy Davis
I know magic hundreds racing
Tripping in
popped me off, that was family matters
Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping Sammy Adams
Now I'm rollin', iPhone Stolen
Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4
make contact with you, oh
Don't ask me why I'm crossing over
Oh, crossing over sammy: eddie:
I never got to? what's it all about?
Really know you is
the zombie love the green ones
Sammy the skeleton loves the chewy ones
Wally the werewolf loves the blue ones
cnd Vinnie the Vampire loves the gooey ones
SB dunks, five seven five jeans
5000 dollars on my fuckin' wallet chain
I be wilin' man, I'm a island man
There ain't nothin' else by me, man (Ha,
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