Lyrics:
Hanson, man, I want you to peep that out)
(Yo, kid, I was at this party, this hype party)
(When I heard KRS' Criminal Minded, B, I'll call you back,
go out like the last bitch!
Heh, five-oh's on my ass main
They know me by the face, but they don't know my last name
Now I'm back on the case
gotta play
Out my way
So I bounce to the store wheres the Don Diego
What Im looking for
Party time you the fine design
Without you girl my life
gotta play
Out my way
So I bounce to the store wheres the Don Diego
What Im looking for
Party time you the fine design
Without you girl my life
gotta play
Out my way
So I bounce to the store wheres the Don Diego
What Im looking for
Party time you the fine design
Without you girl my life
gotta play
Out my way
So I bounce to the store wheres the Don Diego
What Im looking for
Party time you the fine design
Without you girl my life
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
because it's coming straight out of Brooklyn
It sounds so out of sight I got the blind people lookin'
It's Mr. Man the act, boy what? You get stolen
I'll
After years of rocking parties now I picked up the knack
Because everything that flows from out my larynx
Takes years of experience and bottles
After years of rocking parties now I picked up the knack
Because everything that flows from out my larynx
Takes years of experience and bottles
gettin' burnt by the sun
When you come like an orgasm makin' mad noise
Talk a whole lotta shit, like I'm supposed to lose my poise
Man, I'm way past
off in my area
Slide up on yo resistance
Busting with no hesitance
Army militant
On some real killer shit
Pull up on your ass bounce out
Real devilish
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
and his homie Criminal from the 2-1-3So Criminal let
'em know homes[Criminal]Criminals'
Leavin 'em in concussionWatch out for the nine
I'm bustinFuck
and his homie Criminal from the 2-1-3So Criminal let
'em know homes[Criminal]Criminals'
Leavin 'em in concussionWatch out for the nine
I'm bustinFuck
on point, never skip of slip
My bitch stay tryin' to kill me like Mrs. Smith
If I carry two cannons, no time to pull out
I bust through the side of my
Walkin' by the dumpster
See some valuable trash
Im'a turn that to some cash
Im'a build a big wall and then Obama's gonna call
Good job Mr. Trump, You've
Have they helped you out, you're such a hopeless victim
Please don't do me any favors, Mr. Intentional
All their talk, seasoned to perfection
The road
a maniac
Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back
So get them thangs out, you betta lock up ya house
And tell the cops they let the animals out
Break
up in my ways not sorry
Still
Will Switch lanes mike lowry
Still crashing out on anybody
With Steal bigger dan half my body
Duhh duhhh
Aye
I shoot
The judge handing out L's like Pat Sajak
And I'm all about my team like an apex
Make you niggas turn your
Seats into a Playtex
Yes, member of a fly society
I'm
Out of sight, I stand alone, a loner
Mr Grey, but here with no Dakota
Flip the pain and rip the game, I told ya
Way back when I was the coldest
Yes..check me out like this yall..and then like that y'all
Mr. Man up in ya area
(la la la la la la laaaa)
It's like that Brooklyn is
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