Lyrics:
Cadillac Break Down, It's Too Much
I Will Shock Your Mind In A New Star Stutz
And If A Stutz Break Down, I Make Another Choice
I Will Dull My Grill In A New
saint laurent
High step it to the trophy in my Stan smiths
Spend all my winnings on a shopping spree (shopping spree)
Got the prada and the louis
clean house like Tony Randall
With style filed for sexual harassment like Tisha Campbell
You wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy
I fuckin'
Ladies and gentleman
Bad Boys
In the mix
In the mix
Check it out
Boys boys
Bad Boys Blue
I really don’t know the games that you play
I don’t know if
Lil Wayne, to them, to her, that's length and width
Kill you for me, she will like Jada Pinkett Smith
It's the return of the Blood, 'bout to turn up
humans
We like to be wined and dined by candle light
Not being couped up in the house trying to be held up tight
So jazzy jeff and fresh prince don't mean
side like my weapon, my Smith and Wesson
Cameras flashing when we step in
Without question (Without question)
Your love is a drug
And It gives me a rush
shit man
It's fuckin' with her body, now she sick damn
I wanted a big house with the white picket fence and a pool
Who would have ever thought that it
shit man
It's fuckin' with her body, now she sick damn
I wanted a big house with the white picket fence and a pool
Who would have ever thought that it
Your CD get's thrown in the bin
What does it get? It get's thrown in the bin
What does it get? It get's thrown in the bin
Cuz, I like your mix tape cover
parts with his parts out, and
Then he just laid his shit down
And it was great by then went to
'Ye house, played it for him, he
Was like, 'cool' wayne
to his grandmother (cray)
I get it, I see why she let August Alsina fuck her (okay)
Either way she got Will Smith lookin' like a sucker (she do)
He
shouted on chain gangs
Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues
St. Louis blues, they were all the news
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
will not be repented
All this aggression from all the oppression we sick of it
Another brother dead some arrested in the mix of it
Its gettin stupid
(right on time)
We were leaded by the Woo to the
Place where they will do the underwater
Boogie and not get wet
I just heard it's gonna be
One of those
them automatics
Lil youngin' he be slangin' iron
And he will never panick
Straight hollow tips filled up my 9 and
I can't wait to blast it
That life
Noone has to know
Let's go
It's your private show/
Ride my Rodeo//
I can make your body, feel shit
Swing, like Jada & Will Smith
I'll take a shy girl
freakin’ somethin’
keeps livin’ by my side
All i know is Lovin’
will save us from our time
All I do is hopin’
that people of our kind
keep on playing music
and continuously they stop
And now I'm stuck thinking I will never make the top
It's like people breaking in chasing upon my entities
Because they feel me and they
niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by Homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical an' it will never steer you wrong
An' all
Began to encounter, with my counter-parts
On how to burn the block apart, break it down into sections (oh, yeah)
By the selections
Some use pipes (oh,
think it was Shaq house
Whip so big that it beep when I back out
Like (beep-beep), ayy, yo, tell that nigga move
It's Bow Weezy, Mr. Get 'Em Wetter
on a mission i don't do that
Hung up out that window extended clip will get yo crew whacked
Boy you out your body thats what they told me in the school house
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