Lyrics:
A pool in my backyard!
So I’ll tell all my fans your shit is cool
And if they believe in me
Then they should also believe in you
"‘Did we get the check
a-ha. Where you goin', Virgil, a-ha?"
"I'm goin' over to one of those discotechs!"
"You come back here, Virgil, a-ha!"
"Never give in to sin
to antoin my private chef
First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
And if the time is right, I'll ask you
from Da Brick City
This is DJ Say What
An' we're gonna blast y'all right now
With the new cut by Redman, ?I Don't Kare?
On W0 Fuck All y'all Radio
[Chorus] x 4
[Master P talking]
For all the muthafuckin runaways out there
I mean all us niggas that been incarcerated by technology
By
want your head on a platter, not right now but sooner
I got you a .45 and a Mitsubishi tuner
Wait, wait I've never been to Costa Rica
And then it all
and you can't say (fuck)
I really think you want to hear it
But the radio stations, you see, they still gonna fear it
Yo, I thought this country was
get me, get this now can you freestyle
Freestyle no styles free except da radio
But the radio controlled by the sucker move
Who moved away got away
got mouths to feed
Hope these vocals in my notebook build a house for me
No escape plan, no backup route for me
This is all I’ve got, why’m I fucking
song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
If I don't hear from you by tomorrow
I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes
Come
Dog, you talkin' way too fast
Tell me it slower
You seen my boys is over, wasn't right
Cause my feet is on the sofa
And I never fill up the
A man, dog, I
separate us
Took vows before God
And Honey Mooned out in Vegas
And You stood by me when the fam died
And held me close
But I guess nothing is forever
Come off the stage! Move!
They don't want to hear you! They don't want to hear you!
What, is that what you think? Is that what you think?
Oi blud,
on over
while I ride 'em like a '98 Rover
You can wish & you want but this dick ya gonna meet
hit ya elbows & knees & spread ya booty cheeks
and call me
not bout the days that came before you
Nor the ones that will follow you in death
Remember that right here in this moment is all you are guaranteed
you'll never see my loot
She wasn't even all of that just another hooker
So I turned that ass away, quick like Chuckii Booker
Sometimes you got put
'll quicken the pitch and make you dance faster
The drum is the whip, bass line is the master
The temperature's a 100 and yet you still want more
You
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
the strength to crush all competition
You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a dreamer
And if I'm coming off brash please forgive me
But, that's all I want
I
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I
light
[Verse 1]
Yo, 2/27/98 I wrote a check out
to H.W. funeral home for my little sister Christina
15 years old damn man this fuckin world is so cold
8
to antoin my private chef
First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
And if the time is right, I'll ask you
(land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new
to sacrifice the taste of makin' cheese
You wanna be a rap superstar in the biz
And take shit from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun
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