Lyrics:
me wrong
And I grew strong and I learned how to get along
And now you're back from outer space
I just walked in to find you here with that, that
Rosa mi amor
I feel captivated by your all girl
Be my whole world
Out here dancing all alone
All I need is your warm body now girl
Get here now girl
a trail
So sit back peep my game, I got a story to tell
I came from a gang with niggaz who do crime
They didn't rat they niggaz out when they came
to me
But now I'm in my room
I'm here all alone, so you'll never know
All of what I do
Got God on the phone, like throw me a bone
That's what staying
giving head, hit the bed, chicka
'Cuz I got a full workload the next day, what do you say
I say I wanna get smoked out like Willie when I jam out to Keith
Or get your neck slitted, admit it
You overdid it
Your shit it just ain't got that loud
Gold tooth shine like "ta dow"
Biggie Smalls the illest and how
Yeah, she got macked by some dope-dealin' nigga
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the first guy did was
of state
Can't smoke a bone in the staircase with out gettin' chased
Penny candy poisonous rappers, best to chill or get your head gashed
Lemonhead,
keeps runnin', runnin'
And runnin', runnin' and runnin', runnin'
C'mon y'all, let's get (Coo-koo) , uh huh
Let's get (Coo-koo) in here wild out, get
Hot like supper
Bad to the bone
She one fine motherfucker
One fine motherfucker
That Young black ting
Got me singing like I'm usher
Sweet like caramel
It just gets so lonely out here
I often engage in lengthy
Existential conversations with myself
Oh! Oh, The Traveling Merchant!
Please, come and stay
had on weightlifting belts
We moved a lot of weight and got a lot of guns for the nigga
who shot up Lotte place
By the way, this right here ain't no eye
[Hook: Krayzie Bone]
Thug Stories, you wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories!
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some
all of my raps
3 pointer, Harold Miner when I lean on yah
Post means I got the toaster and the beam on yah
Broken holes the size of a token
of this hardcore rhymer
Now you got 55 niggas right behind ya
Now you wanna talk it out, but we don't negotiate
Now you gotta do all kind of shit that we
with my gang
I leave yo ass with a bunch of shattered bones
Send these mothafuckas home with a bullet in they dome
Born straight out the pits
Fuck
be there anymore, we won't be there
So get out of our way, get out of my way
Let us by
We've got better things to do with our time
We don't care
was really a bitch
And I was raised by my papi, can you tell 'em they'll never win
And they get caught up in the sin, round here we drink for free
time out yo waltz)
And tell your love'ems that you love em as all
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
that ten-by-ten-by-ten
Then I got lost inside my mind, echoing inside my head
Now I'm stuck here in the blue, and I don't know what to do
Cause I'll say
of dog bones out here
Paint job on the hood, lot of chrome out here
Sneaker head, mouth full of Foam out here
Lotta Syracuse fans hitting domes out here
No
be waitin' for you (let a nigga hang out with the homies, you know, baby)
Until you get through (ay, a nigga that hang out more)
I'll be waitin'
[CHORUS:]
Let's get fucked up
Let's get high let's get drunk
Let's get fucked up
We got that weed that ain't no punk
Let's get fucked up
Let's get
we done fucked all your bitches (come here)
Necklace, look like I just got out a blizzard (ice)
Bad bitch, bought a lil' Chanel, it cost a nickel
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