Lyrics:
Lil Snupe hah, hah
I'm just a young nigga ballin' in the mix
You know believe that
Shoutout Houston look
Syrup got me feelin' great
What a wonderful
you step just like a camper
I pass, the popcorn, the mix I drop on the mic
gon', have you hummin my song, all the way home
It's cool and as long,
Uh, I think why'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (uh, yeah)
I think why'all know by now it's
You ain't never seen a nigga this large (nah)
of what I've got and what I'm dealt
I'm walking down this trail, call me Roosevelt
By my side is Method, he ain't tepid, all intrepid
All you skillless
the painting i'm not trying
To regurgitate myself i'm a
Product person: not just clothing, but
Water bottle design, architecture
Anything you could think about!
about to straight drop that later
Jones! It takes 1 stove, 4 pots
Half a key of that straight drop
Baking soda, let that water hit it
Then you mix it up,
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
large in a land
But excuse me what I do doesn't define who I am
(Shaq, Denzeil, Quincy Jones)
Ooh
(Whats the catagory?)
Its folks you look up to?
(The
learnt that 'by now
Heard she fuckin' with the opps (damn)
And she was just on they block with the same nigga you was tryna pop (what?)
Man, this shit
I had to break down before I break through
Back when you had to knock if you buck now they just juju
Dance they way into the mix then get to break-in
on the musical
Prisoner G, now you're free you can be all you wanna be
Go where you want or go and see all you wanna see
Because yo, your ambitions I won't
the vehicle you know that I whip
Some cream, a little green, and the finest of bitches
Just a couple of beans from Robotnik's machine
With a side bowl of rice,
Do you have a problem,
Would you like someone to solve them,
Would you like someone to share in your misery?
Now, I don't know the answer, but I
[Excerpts from the Jim Jones suicide tape]
Jim Jones: "Living--you're looking at death and it looks--living is much, much more difficult. Raising up
don't wanna feel a fucking thing no more; Davy
Jones, I'm coming home by jumping overboard
You want my memories, you can't have everything
Rot at my very
of the system
(Peek a boo)
Now she's play a game by her own rules
(Peek a boo)
The peak a boo game
[Verse 1]
Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
Pick up
they hot
Thinkin' the badge is better than havin' some heart
Okay, look now, look now, look how they runnin'
They beatin' white people down just
Look out my way you pull your breath out to battle
Breaking your double helix, and now the shit is single
Not mono, I burn the needle out your
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
Bitch niggaz do bitch thangs
Look at 50 what he does
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
[1 - Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm
went pop, now the wrist got vanity
Boy he hot
I don't think yall understanding me
Three car garage, four cars, a calamity
No caveats, at the restaurant
Figuring my next move
Thinking `bout what I´m gonna do
I don´t care about you
I just hop out coupe
Put that bitch on Loop
Fuck her whole damn Group
My
talking the 6th
More like the end
We clap and just wish
All them late nights we off in the gym
What I know now
I wish I new then
These words just
without somebody screamin'
The woman love me and even the fellas be teamin'
But see I hate male groupies, so just step the hell off
Look but don't touch
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