Lyrics:
on my behind
I’ve got Sammy and Larry and Johnny and Harry
Roll another tooter and we’ll all seem happy
Im a Bad Girl I’m a B-Bad Girl
Im a tryin’ but
put a nigga in a trance
Homies be hustling, scheming, catch them driving foreigns, lowkey take your clique to France
The clique is still clubbing by
missing
I strengthen my intuition
By Contemplating decisions
In the cut like incision
Wit my niggas We be chillin
Riding wit no ceiling in a 92 Cabrio
You
the thoughts I think
I need a double of the stuff that makes a man go blind
Because I think I've seen enough to last a whole lifetime
I'll be a good boy, keep my
life a lot harder in the future
But just hear me out here
If you knew my trauma story
Then you'd know that I had less
I had Johnny by my side
And he
crackers (word)
His wife and kids good because of that, that's what matters
Rappers be dyin' and their families don't know who own they masters (crazy)
and slurp me good
Big pimpin', my money good
Big crippin', it's understand
I be thumbing through them bands
I do shit you wish you could
You wanna do
Broke and it's about to get cold
I slept in my hoodie, woke up on the train
I wanna rob everybody I know
The thoughts of a menace
I ain't been good in
Cast our seed and stupidly think we'll never reap
But it all comes back in full circle
And when it does it ain't goin' be funny, no Steve Urkel
That's
trust
Love not lust, good things can't be rushed
I'ma keep my head up, let my karma be plushed
Watch me as you analyze my style imitate my ways
For days
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
definitely be sorry
'Cause you treat your man the wrong way-ay-ay-ay
Play your fiddle Carl, yeah, ah-ah
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
Then rhyme 'til I couldn't see in the dark
So silly niggas betta be on ya guard
Long as breath is in my being, I'mma be on my job
With good music, got
of Bakersfield
There ain't no country music for old men
All of the good ones have died or just packed it in
Now there's posers and losers and would-be outlaws
We don't know what's good for real and I know it hurts
Stand by my side, know I'll put in the work
Didn't expect to fall the way that I did
But I
crazy paranoia can't be good for your brain
Every time I see a girl, you end up going insane
All the ladies out there, if you wanna have sex
You better
caught the foul just like the ref
I'm better off all by myself
Maybe I'm narcissist as well
But anyways
I just charge it to the game
Pussy, money, weed I
of the highway on Thanksgiving
Or how we spent Doomsday in December; after flames, only embers
Remain... Am I alive in any part of your brain?
Or were the good
faster
You just need pick to yourself up by the bootstraps
Be a good citizen and don't skip on your taxes
Well maybe if he listened to, what the cops said
Be careful with who you call a God
I can't go without my pole and my rod
Sip the cup and then I nod
Made a hundred million, must be good at my job
I drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
I drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone
I prefer to be by myself
Now
He, he, he baby it's the thug in me
You know what time it is
By age 13 I was buckwild
Good in my knucklegame
Made it through a tough childhood
Never
hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
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