Lyrics:
partner again, and I'll get rid of your Chevy
I'll cook that bitch up like I was Walter and Jesse
And send parts in the mail, it'll be oh so many
People
mouth, and show me love, bitch
I just wanna love ya
For the rest of my life (I don't love you, bitch)
I wanna hold you in the mornin'
Hold you
We still homies at the end of the day
Believe dat
No No No
I don't wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he's too lost to know it (know it)
else
Down streets and alley's win some, lose some
Then pretend to be pally, boom
Revenge is on the horizon status is rising
I was like JR, I didn't stop
peace chains and medallion
I'mma be with Neff do it by myself
I don't give a fuck i got your girl
I'll grab her breast almost grab her ass
I ain't got too
the BASS
BOX powered up and pumping
So I'm pissing in a bush, bopping my head
Then I hear a rustle i think, rah
I might be pissing on a hedgehog
I move my
change nigga, cent by cent
Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
It's true holmes
Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone,
hat's gonna fall down over your eyes
And you can't ever be gypsy
'Cause you don't have no place to wear a gold earring"
He just looked me right
It don't mean that I'm in love
Cause I still wanna lay 'round with you all day
I still wanna make sure that you're okay
There's a lot of things
a Liberal, I be leanin' right!
I'm talking White like Walter
I'm talking White like Jack
I annunciate my words and make 'em have heart attack
I'm talking white
AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones
streets
I play a bigger part
Better believe that you don't wanna
See a nigga start
'Cause you'll be laid up with doctors
Looking at a nigga chart
Yeah, they
boys can’t get rid of me (Nah)
Money coming, money coming in them bad b’s wanna chill with me (Mm mm)
Little hooker go and act your age
Cause kway back
right?
It’s the fuckin’ life
Fast cars and a couple bad broads
And we all livin’ for the night
Look
You rap dumb shit, nigga, I don’t really care
Don’t get
over your eyes
And you can't ever be gypsy 'cause you don't have no place to wear a gold earring"
He just looked me right straight in the eye and said,
the truth or let it be man
I'm stuck 'tween a rock and a hard place
But I gotta stop my boy from gettin' played
No no no
I don't wanna know it
She got
gotta be a way to do this cause my z walking around clueless
Do I? Come right out and talk about it?
Or do I just beat around the bush about it?
you'd be on top again"
And we 'bout to hit Jacob the jeweler
So I could be like Slick Rick and rule ya
Dr. Martin Louis the King Jr.
And I'm a never
It's Bout My Green
These Niggas Green When They Be Off The Bean
Dont Play With It Like Lola Billy B
Don't Excuse My French C'est la vie
cin't
back, I'm at peace at night
No more cops, no more Rodney King's
No more peekin' out the curtain wit' the rifle by any means
AIDS don't exist, plus my
I don’t, I don’t want no, Obama, Obama Nation
I’m not gonna, vote for your inauguration
Cause I don’t need your, Obama, Obama Nation
I’m not gonna
‘cause there’s gotta be something
And by the time I’m out the game, see
There’ll be probably be nothing
I’m tryna move to the left and
Keep y’all in
Shady, maybe he's right Grady
But think about the baby before
You get all crazy
Okay, thought about it? Still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat
Get
wanna be best, they're gonna
Be dissed if they don't get from in front-a
All they can go get is me a glass of Moet
A hard time, sip your juice
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