Lyrics:
Just lay your head on my pillow
In the kitchen whippin up just like Willow
Im ridin searching for yo crib just like Zillow
Like I'm from the east side
the rain now
Ray J, old nigga, about 47 AK
I wake up every day, another payday
I do bad by myself, niggas fake, fake
Long arms, man, I'm comin' like
is the A
Turn on the TV and all you see is the A
You niggas better make up a dance and try to get radio play
Keep on snappin' your fingers, I
I had a dream I was on a long journey hope not the wrong path.
Feeling blown away by superman's strong breath.
I can feel the wind so cold it gave me
Funky Fresh, Biotch
I seen you walking down the street had to stop
Turned up the radio, dropped the top
Say ya look so good, you're so fine
I'll
of a kid rum
Riding down the strip with your diamonds and lil' dro
Shiny bald head catching sun rays
Smashing down the strip going backwards down runwas
written by rookies working Montreal Expos
I don't care if you act wild, bring your raps to the studio
I'm a get in your booty, yo
I'm a set up a bag
ain't a coward
And if you keep trippin' I'm a turn it up LOUDER
I don't give a damn about your quiet or your peace
The only time I turn it down is when
smokin weed
It might help keep calm no longer tense
It might help keep demons out your head
If you're sad, you think your life is shit
It went bad like
no need for you to play cause I be digging your nappy
She be all up in my house cause I be making her happy
Gotta keep my eye for you cause you ain't
my main dog all caged up
Keep your head up soldier
Keep your mind staying strong
And even though you ain’t got no set
Come home
I got love for ya,
Hands up left right DJ get their chest tight
Poppin' for the west side spinnin' 'til your head light
Hands up left right DJ get their chest tight
Drain the veins in my head
Clean out the reds in my eyes to get by
Security lines, the x-ray machine
Pretend you don't know me so well
I wont tell if
little boys, y'all better keep your poise
Leave me out of the weasel shit
Be cool when you see me, I'm hot at all that rap diva shit
The hood know you
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
are takin' by me to awaken
People to life but I feel no fakin'
No jivin',no lyin',no frontin',no playin'
Say exactly what's up,understand what I'm
Place spot at your back
And beat you in the head with it
And keep your bitch in place
Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her face
Uh, I'm
bean stalks waiting
In creation that you keep
I'm not molded by the masses
Mind moving to a different drummer
Depac chopra in my actions
Factions don't
on them
Gone head break it down for them
Tr3y Tr3y on the beat too
Now bring it back like
This is how we do in Triple D, now you know what's up
Overlooked
keep the souls I obtained
That's how I maintain the drive for this game
I'm racing all my demons on a road trip
I'm in the winning lane
And you never
to myself, Elizabeth, how are you going to keep your head above water? How are you going to survive? How are you going to get out of this mess?
The only skill
touch, so much anger aimed
In no particular direction, just sprays and sprays
And straight through your radio waves, it plays and plays
'Til it stays
mind 'cause I'm Juicy J
Throw, and I get a nine, tint all in my cars
Hoes acting hard
Blowing smoke on a broad call my boys like all aboard
Turn up
fucken good riddance
A cheque for a rap
Only if it's fact I keep spitting the same old raps
Mix up the flow
Write about
What makes the world go round
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