Lyrics:
come ride with me? (Uh, yeah, 'ppreciate it)
Skrrt, oh (nothin' personal, fo'sho)
Oh, Nelly (gon' change that game around)
And I bet (y'all really
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
go where I needs to be
Ball 'till I fall it's a poor family
Fo' sho' I know the future got
A lot of stuff for me
I'm tryin' to get my mail straight
swords in the WAR
that's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up
This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky
I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye
'cause evil lurks the land
Plus I got a packet with this gang-bang jacket
Gotta hold it, keep it loaded devoted, since quoted
Fo sho One-0 got the ups
won wa
But when they see me they wonder
They wonna know how you won that strike like thunder omo na murder
You living the life that you see on your TV
by nature
Takes one to know one fo'sho' I'm a player
She ain't really happy 'less she lickin a dick
with a sucker-ass nigga that be trickin an' shit
It's only right that I let you know which route to go
No doubt fo' sho', once he hits it, he's out the do'
Know I seem like a cock-blocker, but he's
the art of war, step to niggaz up
That sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'
I'm from brownsville, dude
I ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm
about now, its all mine
Yo, check it, check it
It seems as it was just yesterday I was doing po'ly
Surrounded by jokers that couldn't do nothing fo' me
I
loving it tight
Forget about it
I make you say aiight, pillows you bight
Forget about it
Keep my gat by my sac, never leave that
Forget about it
Blow your
the right thing, bitch, like I was Spike Lee
And I might be in a IROC or a 5.0
Or a Cadillac fo sho, layin' real low
Moon roof open with the fin tails
Still smoking baby it's the Cookout, right
And this is brought to you
By the Liquor Store oh fo sho
I used to spread a wife
With a bread like mayo
of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
in the drive by, fo' schools in the cut
I watched niggas get jealous when they hoes jock
That's when I go and take the finest ho and take a walk
Cause
me boy) 'cause I rap with the best
Fo' sho 305 to the death of me
Cremate my body let the ocean have what's left of me
But for now forget about that
Yo, whattup baby girl - fuck is the deal?
Nah youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo' sho'
Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already
And you know
Yo, whattup baby girl - fuck is the deal?
Nah youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo' sho'
Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already
And you know
Senorita
De way you watch
Yuh dey pon mi meter
Bonicita 'senorita
Sean da paul yuh knw say we ah da leada'
Yo yo cah
[Chorus]
Now that I got
Fo' sho' baby, I know these hoes
Step up too 'em and show these hoes
I never wonder to myself "Would she?"
I get deep in her mind and her pussy
know I'm living by that code
(G code)
O bitch nigga I ain't know u be getting In That mode
Now days these hoes act like niggaz
Niggaz act like hoes /
Marley
Ziggy Marley
Sean-Da-Paul
So we go so, yow
Bouncin', smokin' ounces, fo' sho' doe
Many underclothes hangin' on the hoes, since
(Snoop, Slick Rick)
Crushed anyone opposed
(Lot of ladies)
Pop
To who may need to know
That's her on da flo
Sliding down the pole
Wanted fo sho'
Both our hands wre up
Drinks were in the cup
She showed me some love
So
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