Lyrics:
all I
Wanna do is chuck it
Bonfire bigger than a rich guys house
Fuggin' rubber baby buggy bumpers
Alan Jackson thumpin' in my
Uncle brother's Hummer
pillow or a tissue
Steady study licks I was studying the rich dude
And I got a new bitch she be carrying my pistol
When a nigga say bitch ion mean it
the dookie rope
Mean muggin' in Sir Mixalot's video
Back when Scene was rockin' house parties on the floor
JMG's, Sit N' Spin, and The Paradox
Back when
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
I was 16 when I started off in the Lionz Den
I was rhyming against a nigga twice my
Age but I was fire then
Before you, Yung I I I
Cortez even Rich
Before I left niggas told me (Boy take your hammer!)
Sure nuff, shit got rowdy
Dumped off my first clip at a house party
I love this rap shit, though,
scrubbed
There was food on the table enough to fill him up
His house was full of life - His house was full of love
But when winter days arrived
There was
the fangs off a cotton mouth|Right there by my house way out in the south|Know what I'm talkin' bout, it would appear no|Girl who's that zero, I am the hero,
Geah
My nigga Muggs in the house
Who keeps you humpin'
Eihthype keeps you thumpin'
Always into somethin'
Westside got it going on
Westside got it
the Avenues dude
what’d you do? Did what I had to do
Doing what I’m doing, House of Lewis stay movin’ and I’m great at my job
shout-out to my boss
and peace yeah?
Love and peace
Good yes ak, yes ak
Yo, yo
Yo
Comin' from the southside where the slang ghetto
I got a zebra in my house
fuck it, I'm a selfish prick
Stacking I go getting rich
Rocking YSL and shit
You in the ghetto getting nicked
Champagne glasses in the whip
Moses
both
Hell I'm not rich, don't have a good job
Do construction work with this dude named Bob
And he's an ass. Yells at me all the time
Pays minimum
on the track it's like (Whoop)
There it is
From the block parties to house parties
I gets it in
I'm a bump my business
And that's exactly what I meant
their sons are gunned down by police- for no reason
Living in a cold house with no heat
CPS- creeping on the scene, they wonder if I eat- I didn’t eat
one, need a Ferrari
Two, sell-out Barclay's
And no it ain't my fault if yo dude, on me
You going overboard that Boston Tea Party
Feud going on so we call
they're calling the cops
We took some back roads to get back to the house
And then continued the party at the Drunken Owl
Playing beer pong out by the pool
strike if you exed out
By your name check like spandex you get stretched out
Yuh need sumn mi soon come
Round sundown got to wait till mAh dude done
if we playin' by the old rules
Vegas night, cheap flights, I'm a cold dude
And rich boys late nights with the whole crew
You know how much you
I got real bored on a Friday night, I couldn't find a damn thing to do.
So I pulled out a suit about the same color as my BMW.
I drove to the party
chicks by the deuce (uh huh)
Ain't no telling what this man might do
Cause tonight this man ain't playing by the rules
So tell me,
Anybody feelin'
[ Murs ]
There's a party goin on, in my mind, that is
But really it's my crew and these three white kids
One brother, one sister, some other mister
I
Closed-minded and blinded by the lights
Makeup is her disguise
An insight of her life is
Nothing short of a lie
Money and time is nonexistent but to her
It's all
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