Lyrics:
still stuck in her arm
Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind
From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up in
the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks,
And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up
I've been ridin by your
Throw down some money
The ice cream man is comin'
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Throw down some money
The ice cream man is comin'
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
they feeling our shit
So we hit 'em with the really crazy flow (crazy flow)
To let 'em know that we be hitting it fa' sho
Time goes by, in your life
And there's darkness all around you
Baby, baby, don't you worry i'll be there
And you can Run to my loving arms
They'll keep you warm and hold you tight
If you
autobots
So much food for thought it's hard to talk, fuck a monologue
I'll throw a tomahawk
Lil bit off the top like a haircut that your mama bought
I feel
know how to play
who can start a new game
baby please can you stay?
it’s a whole new world
when i see through your eyes
you cold but burn
when you
the club niggas turn around B-Line just to stand in line divine niggas fight canine
You waste your time tryin throw that bitch a line
You'll hit a landmine
Ink spots. Puss spot niggas tryin to stop this think not (get big not..?) and listen for your bank knock. We do a lot of this activity in my city, get
my mullet swing
Watch my mullet swing while I'm wearin' denim jeans
Been around the world, tryin' different cuisines
Now my schedule's packed like
alone. I toss and turn upon this bed concerned. That she and I baby, could never work (2x)
(Verse Two)
And so I keep tryin’ tr-tr-tryin’ to pursue her
out, you know I'ma show out
You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out
I remember on the Island, can't tone out
The mess hall crawler,
out, you know I'ma show out
You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out
I remember on the Island, can't tone out
The mess hall crawler,
the boys on the yard
Girls 'round the world gettin' money
I got it out the mud with my hustle it was plenty long nights
If you tryin' you aint gettin'
hard like the boys on the yard
Girls ‘round the world gettin' money
I got it out the mud with my hustle it was plenty long nights
If you tryin' you
and how
Wild your arms will flail
When I bomb I unwind like
I'm a spawn from hell
The only shots you takin' are
Those that evolve from shells
(The following
Girl girl (x8)
[E-40]
I throw the yola in the pot, let it simmer and bathe
Add a little baking soda, make it foam like aftershave
I like to serve my
goes up must come down
So we spread love all around
To the ghettos everywhere
Throw your hands up, boy
Cuz I'll always be right here
[
1, 2,
your money and right now I'm tryin to get it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Baby]
I'm on a mission lil' daddy
Put this paint on the caddy
Nigga ridin threw
in awe
Take my life to me
So I stand in awe
I won't have the time in between
We hear Your voice be all around
To lift me up on Your promise
Learn
world out there, it's hella cold out there
Everyone want, but don't nobody wanna work out there
& when I make it man I'll probably throw a stack to every
And then you're gone (the next day you're gone) (yeah)
One day you're here, baby (then you're gone)
And then you're gone
This world we livin' in, man it
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