Lyrics:
[Curious Lil' Jay]
Boom, Boom, What cha'll talkin bout
Yea these girl hott without a dought
I'm Mr. Mischief with a trick up my sleeve
Whats wrong
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha mornin' by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh
popped out
I seen it all
Niggaz stretched out by tha corner store
Life no more
Dont think small im getting focused
In tha crib writin rhymes while im
backends
No signature when tha package land
Ask me how I had to take me a chance
No big homie I had to finesse me advances
I gotta lil hoo outta kanas
She
(Been implied)
Hit you once leave you cockeyed (Cockeye)
Win tha race that's by landslide (Run it)
From tha South Chicken Popeye (POP POP)
Way out in tha
'm gon' holla that (I'm gon holla that)
Lil' brotha Lucci and Mr pookie
They got my back (Look they got my back)
Ooh Wee you betta learn who you fuckin' wit
(grrrr)
Im back in this bitch
Nigga I been up for a lil while
Nigga I been down for a long while
So if I dont know you dont jack my style lil bitch
Got tha
[Mr. Lil' One (talking)]
Aight, here we go
Oh yeah... triple sixin
Mr. Lil' One, GPA
And that mothafucka Shadow
[Mr. Lil' One]
Comin through my
Said you had my back but you lied to me
Mane I thought you was on tha same side as me
Threw me under tha bus and yeen ride with me
You was probably
English 800
211 Steel Reserve before I get perved
I always pour a lil of it out on the curb
Droope Tha Scoope, that don't mean that I know what's
hoe with me wherever i go
Next by a glocc bitch im uppin a pole
Bitch call me billie cause bitch im tha goat
Yo bitch see tha flash nd she strikin
bitch
One wrong move and you might break lil bitch
If you don't believe me boi step right up
You're more than welcome to get punked and get fucced by us
Crip for life
[Mr. Pookie]
I'ma jump it off straight up rippin
pop my clip in best beware to tha nigga dat's trippin
over there think I see em finna
[mr. pookie]
Everyday tight flossin', top villain, I'm livin'
Time to get up on tha paper and collect from tha women
Slightly pimpin is tha game that
,cuz it's on-sight p
My 40 got a punch, like a drac,cuz it's mr.right
Smoking opp paccs , stop playin , I'm higher thn a kite
Extendo on tha Taurus, so
wit' tha Layzie, lil' Eazy, my mentor.
Keep in, handin' over tha shoes, I go walkin' in,
And, baby, had to go, die, bye bye,
Wit' tha cruel world,
So what the fuck gotta say
Fuck Mr. Clynch coming' straight from the playground
Lil whore got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so Chase
Dolphin
Jail I was a hard head
Fuck what tha guard said
Actavis pints by my bed
Just like tha free world
Rappin' got me paid
But I played off in tha G
you're the one (and it goes a lil somethin like this)
So let's take a cruise somewhere
You and me
[Mr. Capone-E]
Come on, just cruise with me all night
Dont Give c Fuck I Do This Shit By My Lonely
You Jus My cssociate You Dont Really Kno Me
Bitch I cm Tha Plug's Plug Call Me Big Homie
Disrespect Tha Dead
Like ya just get cocked,
By them head got track,
Hit you with a gallaba treat like a virgin that wanna hit ya cherry mama,
I prefer tha white meat
Angels Exodus
This for anybody who ever lost somebody
Yo, Mistah FAB bay Area, West Side I see you
Keep your head up, this for you
My brother lost
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh ta death
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