Lyrics:
Want to save some money, but girl you know I’m hungry
So there’s only one place that I really ever wanna go
So we step inside, I fill my red basket
Chamillitary click, is the click they wanting
You know that OG Ron see, gon screw it for them
[Chamillionaire]
A lot of DJ's, didn't wanna mess with the kid
feel it all around you
I go into a soundproof booth and change flows
Track the strange hoes wit headwraps and Bangols
Hip-hop is gettin strangled by this
Believe me, I make it look easy
You wanna know how to do it
Then watch Snoop Deezie
Cause my life's worth more than
The money that ya' live and die for
I am not yo average joe
I promise you
I’m the overachiever
The overcomer too
I just push and go hard
If they hate that’s cool
Yes
Yes
Let's go
I
open the door, I was broke
I was poor, I was low, I don't know where to go, wanna blow
But at home, they like gone and put on, get it on for the throne
Whether you're in HMV or KFC, HMP or A&E
I make them see a-n-d let
You know the c-a-s-e
From LDN not NYC, on the m-i-c I'm MIB
Like BIG the MVP, VIP
giggedy-gots to flow
My Saturday nights are liver than Joe Piscopo
So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna
See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's
For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's
you baby
Before it hits the floor
Neighbors say I wanna know
What the hell she screaming for
I?ll give you all the things
You?ll beg for more and more
soil
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow- Too Phat, Malaysia)
Yo, Joe Flizzow
First to go on this track
Transcending continents
Who better
To hold it down for
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
Rocks the beat
Dance-A-Lot and Joe Cooley
Who would ever thought the two would meet?
Well this groove is about to stop
And you all wanna know who's
facts
Trappin' bags or bubba' packs
Ever since Tray five caught that attempt
Niggas don't know how to act
Gang had Z five runnin' track
Damn, I still
and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls
GI Joe in panty hose is making room for the one and only
King for a day, princess by dawn
King for
arrestin' him
And then in less than a
Heart beat I make the chart heat up
Please don't start me up to
Get to know how I be spitting on tracks
To make these
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
life I know life is a gift
It could be hard it could be cold
My life it unfolds my story is told
Skurt! Woah get off my road
Snapping on tracks double
dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine
DVD's on the screen
Blowing on cream
Waiting for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to flick, to spray
could make you a celebrity overnight
Girl, I see you in them Apple Bottom jeans
Chinchilla on your back, I wanna know your name
Girl, I'm Twista, I
on the beat, yeah I know it sounds different
But his man's just passed, yeah his soul's just risen
Cold, cold, world is the word that was given
As he see me
determined
By your street buzz
Back this track from this that way
Back spoke about peach fuzz (word)
That's a whole nother repertoire
Back to the matter
"Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
And Mama said “It
zaka, I wanna feel like Pablo
Ke e rekele sdwadlo, just to feel like Makhado
On the mic kea ba pentsela, man I feel like Ronaldo
Ey, I don't know who
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