Lyrics:
the eagle zone
I'm popping off the car
Belly's on, bailan!
Sunday noons I have to bone the hegazi
Evil fun, the killer Hedi Iwasi
Some of my bishop had you
throne
I done made least a 50 off each of my phones
Snakes just something I do not condone
Cut the head off and he dead he gone
She love my aroma Versace
the music's so live
You ain't my girl but I really don't care
I'm a take you home when my girl ain't there
We can mess around so let down your hair
I shouldn't
Huh, make my motherfuckin' day
'Cause you'll be one dead motherfucker black
I'mma put your ass on your back
I won't play no games wit cha boy
You
Off the motherfucking Internet
Now I got a girl, no cap
Wanna suck her tit's?
Crack my lady's spine with your jungle stick
You sexy crick
My wife loves
nigga on the come up
Now I'm just stacking my funds up
Had to come back on the remix
Remember when I first made this and I thought I wouldn't be shit
Now
to
It's off my head so let the beat play through
So I can funk it up and make it sound good
1-2-3 yo—knock on some wood
For good luck, I like my rhymes
the only ones that can't be worn
Out
By any place any part of the world
And while I'm out on tour keep your hand off my girl
When she's in
The Bridge
good
Try so hard not to live like a thug
I dun' ran all my obstacles over
I'm crushin' ya' head
I ain't talkin' bout bone
Got the rock in my hand
I'm
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
oh, pardon me, Lt. Eubangdere! Allow me to apologize pro flu slay.
EUBANGDERE
Just take your hand off my box.
SMOCK
Captain?
KWIRK
Yes,
drove it into the yard, just so
cnd the lil' winer girl just wine round the car twice
cnd say, "It good"
She never even see the light!
cnd we run down
downtrodden
By the thoughts that keep on popping
Popping in my head
Didn't hear a word you said
Thinking hard about the dead
How I'll join them in the shed
I'm just saying
Take 'em off or pull 'em to the side
Stop playing tell the truth
I make it feel good every time
It's not my fault girl you
Shouldn't be
note I keep it G
Like track four, kick in the door by BIG
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I promise you'll find the key
To that punchline, I'm
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
NARRATOR
The poor girl's mother had died,
STEPMOTHER
You Cinderella, you wish to go to the festival?
FLORINDA
What, you, Cinderella, the Festival?
to keep us right on track
To send us all off to second grade Hey
To all my friends
I just wanna say
I hope you have a
Great summer break
I know I will
nigga survived by chance
Thank god im alive when I'm praying
Swear to god I'll ride for my fam
Hope the forty five don't jam
Tatted money sign on my hand
another element of my rhyme
So when I go off, you gotta
Just embrace it, and face it
Face-to-face it
It’s so damn cool like a blanket that
Was out and it
without my mommy dear my life would've been joke
Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope
The lord he had a plan for me
And with
gotta a sexy girl to put you in the mood
It feels so good so I wish you would, it feels so good, it feels so good
Now its time to get my boogie
How she blowing like a tank
Ladies love to keep a bad mf round the way
Good girl gets a ring
Bad girls gettin spanked
Uh
What you know about
yeah
You dead wrong, got my head gone
You dead wrong, got my head gone, baby
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Oooooooooooh
Girl, I deliver good dick like
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