Lyrics:
But pay your ties times money, I divise wise cunning little plans
To withstand when cats drive by funny
Like I ain't got what he got, I don't play that
Blood
Yo
Dead niggas on the premises I sin yeah
Zulu nigga with a motherfucking thin spear
I've been clear get yo' fucking ass in here
this place they call college
first coupla months it was cool but then it changed yo
she never called and really acted like a strange ho
one day I
and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters
Namefucking fame on all photos, all cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters
Now when you're a star,
I'ma thug
I'ma shoot
I'ma smoke
I'ma walk up on yo ass and bust yo ass in the eye
I'ma roll this blunt up
I'ma I'ma
I'ma ride 2 da end (end)
Ball
this place they call college
first coupla months it was cool but then it changed yo
she never called and really acted like a strange ho
one day I
(Turn Me Up Josh)
(J Thrash On The Track)
Damn, Lamar, how you just leave yo' lil' brother? (Ayo, Bleu)
Mane started takin' them Xans, Meech
today
Watch out 12" lex you gonna get socked
And then tossed up by eminem with a 6"
Little ho as yoda wanna be bitch
chorus:
This iz how the gangstas
the microphone is in my clutch
I get props, I get stopped by the cops
That's how it is hops, when my tape's in a box
I've been through crews like a ho
And took em
for you
You ain't a killer
Dog who the fuck lied to you?
And I don't even fuck with y'all ballerinas
Tryin' to tiptoe by me
I'mma stab your team up
Yeah I'm a sexist mother fucker on the microphone
With my 'ah yo bitch suck my dick ho' drone
I like the pop porn with that gat drawn
I'm a dick
the blunt roll that
And when you give me head, please don't hold back
Where your eyes at, lickin' the Kodak
And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
was told by Uncle Maurice
Yeah that's my Uncle Maurice
Put a football in my hand
Said stay up out them streets
Make more than a hundred grand
Then I
another day
Another day to win that race
Hey yo
And I don't ever feel perfectly put together
I'm so ok
Uh huh
Alright
Like yeah whatever but
I never hear
on me when I'm off that there grandma, yay
Well, what if they block and slap yo ass in the truck?
Partner, if this was a fifth all of us would be drunk
Pussy was so good it had me aroused
Don't tell yo folks we fuck off you too loud
This shit that i smoke got me high as a cloud
How do you want smoke
oooohhh I got action (GRawwww)
Haaaannnn!
I hit licks
Finesse a dope man for six bricks
Finesse a smoke man for six zips
Finesse yo ho make her lick dick
the tooth
Pint in the liter, jugg school, no teachers
Been lick season, comin' up by the meter
Always got the baddest bitch
My ex lil' mad, she wasn't shit
Aye
What
What what what what
Aye Maria bruh we coming for your fucking toes bitch
Better mop and sweep ho
Okay
I'm gon' make 'er feet bleed
If bit
some Dramamine ho
Yes I'm a pretty boy and I can still take ya bitch
Do you wanna live life or capture moments, betta take yo pick
But don't worry bout
get hot, they shoot yo' ass on the spot
'Cause bitch made niggaz get fucked like a ho
But be outta work like that nigga Arsenio
'Cause niggaz be talkin'
me show you what I'm all about
How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth....HO!!!!
Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)
Bet it all
(fuckin haters)
Can't pull me into that with
No amount of bait (uh uh)
You kinda late (ho)
This ain't the time or place mane
How the fuck these rappers
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