Lyrics:
tryin’ to conceive with you
But right now something makes me wanna be with you
You want a job done fast, you want a job done cheap
You want a job done
his shit snatched
She a bad bitch I trick that
Ass real thick get er shit smacked
She suck my dick while I'm driving lil opp bitch do what I say like
I'm insane
Anyways
Favorite attack is when I come around the back
I got that same old cheap flow runnin', all the words are still intact
You don't know
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
cheap perico is what I'm known to have (uh)
Shit tend to be slow, I put on the mask (uh)
And make it Halloween and take all your bags
I say
cheap perico is what I'm known to have (uh)
Shit tend to be slow, I put on the mask (uh)
And make it Halloween and take all your bags
I say
to trick
Equipped with game so we bang with this thuggish shit
I see you tryin' to hide, hopin' that nobody don't notice
You must always remember
You're
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
said put your hands in the air like it's 2006
I got something up by sleeve, and it ain't a bag of tricks
Now, ride with me (ride with me)
Ride with me
one was making noise ain't it a breech of
Trust look in the gutter, unh, never judge yo book by its cover
Word to the muthafucka I, I didn't studder
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
it)
Know I get the money, n**** by the pound (Yeah)
Heard you got a album and it bang, right? (Right)
But When they play me, it’s a different sound
I
Homicidal, vinyl section, where they always found me
By the motion picture soundtrack with Richard Roundtree on the album sleeve
That's my era shit
Musical
baby (nasty)
Oh, the cooties (it's the movie, oh, no)
They comin' to get me, runnin' (runnin')
Touched by the unloyal
Trust, I had to shower for
on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
[Trick Daddy]
My shit is platinum
These assholes wearin' white gold
See, I'm too smart for this 'cause
tricks
Still tuned badly in open E
The way my best friend once showed me
Because that's what his dad taught him
And we're all so strangely shaped by
a boulevards in it
My albums coming out and I'm pulling cards in it
My range is so wide I can pull a car in it
Holding so much shine I can put a star in it
I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track
I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track
Cos I come out the womb wearing stoney
With a zoot and a cup, I'm looking all cozy
Without no fans, I was on my lonelys
Surrounded by cunts like I'm
and shove it up your ass
Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side
Who got bodied?
Nigga, you
the album "Vegetarians of Love"
*Written by Bob Geldof/Pete Briquette
red lip stick, a red bra, and a cheap cheap trick and
that¹s me.
I brung your kids to the house to the home to the schools
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