Lyrics:
The hood cry
Niggas die young
Who for the good guys
I could try
To be like nip but truthfully everybody want a 69
Sell out Nigga
I'm here for me
I
bitch I cannot be your bae
Chasin' the flavor I need that cake
I just been livin' it day by day
And all of these bad bitches keep wylin'
My money keep
we'll hang out next week
I pat him on the shoulder, say, "Thanks for stoppin' by.
Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care, guy!"
He got mad,
clones was born
Yo I know that's corny, no, speaking of corn
Aye yo, fellas wait
Yo Em you three should go celebrate
And what better place to take you
shook
Bad bitch make you take a second look
Don’t need your help I do it by the book
Go to sleep fried, wake up get high
I’m a real cool guy, lemme tell
My leans gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got Out of Bed At All
Three point five clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
Even if I could it would all
was Joe 3H from Capitol Records
He wanted to sign me really bad
Dame was like, "Yo, you got a deal with Capitol? Okay, man, just make sure it's not
guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this
Wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops and to this day
Them
The belt and the gold
Bitch run it up
Run it up
ILL's here the new bad guy
Top rope swag yeah that's high fly
Tips that hit home I spit drive bys
Cause I'm
And I've had so
much fun mumbling on to you guys and telling you jokes and all that stuff and this is the last one! Well at
least I can go and have a bath.
sides (Stay lit)
Bad b wanna chill n just wine n dine
But I can't we outside tonight (My bad)
Yeah Cah we outside
But marj said be home by 9 (Like what)
and
At this time I was married
I look at my wife and I was like
"I messed up bad"
I literally start to turn white
And when a black guy turns white
You're pretty
dream chased
Wasn't he your fav
Now you wanna Meek Drake
Married onto the net
No bread but wanna eat cake
It's bad enough people battling poverty rates
'Jest dues,
'Fore a guy fuck around and punish you...
[CHORUS 3x w/ Adlibs to Fade] (E-40)
When I think about the days gone by, (Biaaatch!)
All
imaginary friend a bag
Cause when you had to run to go
Get it it could've ended bad
You've been a fag, been a bitch, a scary guy
You not top tier cause you
bitches, we ain't knocking anymore
Sweep low, jab low, chop low, Rob lowe
Waking up the bad bitches, worse guys at your door
Sweep low, jab low, chop low,
I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say
don't you get it twisted nigga
Imma whip their asses like they're just the bad assholes
1, 2, 3 Imma have to pin em down
Khully ke dog, imma switch up
Alaye o, sare trabaye o,
If you no get money, go dey shalaye o
Every day with P3KAY, e be holiday o
Me and my guys ati nshe ipade o
Ayy, alaye o, sare
to sky dive
The world is yours there's rules you abide by
Ride with the fly guy on I 9 5
They said a nigga returned but I never left
I told Big L
on my bad side
I'm the best guy drop 2 album on the West side
I got the chick's on the east side
Ugh
I put the three fingers up
All the niggas love me
as well get ill
I walked in the house, the Big Bad Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said, ";Here's
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
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