Lyrics:
Flesh'll get you mesmerized
Must I force you to realize eyes, they crazy by the Flesh
And it be test or tried, even if they
(Gonna fight)
And the Afta Maff,
by on a chevy thang
Have hoe bobbin
Switch to nonstop now her body straight tockin
Lookin at my watch and my rims they poppin
I aint got no rim
you I see you boy.
I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block
Lil' bad motherfucka' with a pocket full of rocks
Learned to throw them thangs
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
last year dealin' weight
Still in the streets strapped with them thangs
She in love with a G so she tatted my name (Ross!)
I'm the biggest boss that
far
Cause it's just another day in the life of a God damn boss
I don't make love baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let's get shit crackin'
and give me (off and give me)
Just one last time (just one last time)
To say this talking (to say this talking)
By taking mine (by taking mine)
Load up them
why theirs no stoppin' me 'till you cop a plea
Man, see now these bitches want to fuck wit Shawnna
When I bump that thang and keep a pocketbook
words you think are tough
By movin? herbs, you think you're rough
Spice Girl figures, your hype man sucks
Y'all powderpuff, stop thumpin' stuffin'
A street livin thug nigga by night you should get the picture
Ima a acquir what I quin
Inspired by the pain
You can't retire from the game
When you got
of Kool-Aid
Mixed by Bill Cosby and Cardi B- Ha Ha
I am not up in them clubs nigga, yeah I'm probably with my thug niggas
Yeah, you trying to get a stack-yeah,
or shut up, or get routed!
I'm from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood,
chips
I keep me a steak, a pistol, a grip four 5th
Cuz I'd rather be judged by 12 then to be carried by 6
Don't wanna be carried by 6
Rather be judged by
guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this
Wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops and to this day
Them
Baby girl and I be chillin' lately. Ain't got my momma right until I'm famous
Just tryna thug it out, I was a fatty back in school. But im gon be
date you
Cause God might be saying I can do this thang alone
I don’t need anymore help to ascend
Cause when you look at my past life’s I was a God
Niggaz bounce back, niggaz bounce back
Yo, this is how we do it, I keep that thang moving
Sixtyone keys in the crib, baby here's your music
You hear
Niggaz bounce back, niggaz bounce back
Yo, this is how we do it, I keep that thang moving
Sixtyone keys in the crib, baby here's your music
You hear
and smokin Mary Jane
[ VERSE 2: Spice 1 ]
My life is full of sin, too much drama in California
Niggas runnin up on ya to dump and put you in a coma
Or worse,
Riding wit some thugs outside
Put lil man on pause outside
Anyway you want it
Tryna live it large I try
Remember all my dawgs that died
Spill a lil
work I'm bout to give to you
Cuz ain't a better view when I'm staring at you
Leave ya side girl I never would do
I mean I'm good by myself but I'm better
Love scars know the pain way too deep
Lil shawty wanna play ain't no games here for me
Ain't no shame in the thangs that you love
When i pull up
who got the gangsta shit poppin
N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac
And fuck you niggaz rappin wack shit, you dodgin the game
I keep two little twin
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