Lyrics:
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
At ease
I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier
Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank
Money, power, respect, leadership,
my loved ones
I'm sorry my deepest condolences Lakrisha
RIP Eric and Big Wheaty some good people
Mr Alvin Mr Larry Ms Mary wit dem cold cups
Pass by Ms
Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant
Motherfucker, Mr. Flamboyant
Yes, motherfucker
As a youngster I never knew
Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your
all)
Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak?
Even the baddest be gettin' murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets
shit, that's ill-advised
Probably why my hater's sick
Saw the cake inside my bank increase
Because I made a wish
Saw the streets, not in the streets
All
we turned down the street
(When we turned down the street, ha, bitch
Gang)
Lil' bitches gave me neck (Neck)
Scam BOA for a thirty piece
I got a Presi
to forget
By the sea, Mr. Todd
We'll be comfy-cozy
By the sea, Mr. Todd
Where there's no one nosy
And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
criminal
Status at it's fuckin' peak?
Even the baddest be gettin'
Murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets
Like crack is to these creeps
Seein'
the tropics
So keep it moving lil homie and just fuckin drop it
Or bring it to me, show me what the fuck y'all bout to do
I'm all by myself, and y'all got ya
yeah (boing)
I be lookin' like a check, they be lookin' funny, hah, ayy
Word on the street, uh (word), that lil' nigga Key (Glock)
Word
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone
Had to slam my door, hey had to slam my door
Mr. Yellow and white gold, I'mma keep bagging
Bad, yeah, bad lil' No more Mr. Nice Guy
Bad, V for Vendetta Bad lil
Bad lil' bitch with a bun Bad, bad lil
Poppin' on her lips with the gum Bad, bad
Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your
niggas playing basic ball
I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall
Homey, I'm in the drop with the AC on
That's why the, streets embrace me dawg, I
niggas playing basic ball
I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall
Homey, I'm in the drop with the AC on
That's why the, streets embrace me dawg, I
up hanging round by them alleys
Street cats creeping like Mr O'Malley
And the polices mission is to make you unhappy
Shoot em down we finna light em up
nigga
You mad cuz my dick in her throat Lil nigga
When I pulled up bitch you said OH No nigga
Bitch you said oh no
I’m out here in the street like a hobo
bullets and the police at the same time hold on , hold on
Will my mother forgive me for being wild as a child
By the age of 13 i was married to the street
Niggas in the street but ain't getting money, what the fuck you doing
Beefing by these hoes and catch these slugs, what the fuck you doing
I been
Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin', I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin'
featuring Busta Rhymes G Dep Mr. Bristal
[Lil' Cease]
Uh yeah
All my BK niggas uh
All my niggas on the corner
Pull your
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