Lyrics:
and straight
Edges and reaching so hard for
Some soul nicki destroyed them
This is what she does she takes a pretty good
Song, wait's until you are
Popping
rappers ball, but they don't live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes
(yeah, you know me)
Who's down with O.P.P. (all the homies)
As for the ladies, O.P.P. means something gifted
The first two letters are the same but
temple
The last P, well, that's not that simple
It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten
It's five little letters that are missin' here
You
Dámelo Dámelo Dámelo Dámelo come on give it to me
Cent, 5 cent, 10 cent, quart, dollar but I don’t need cash to make the girls holler
Verse 2
Jah said
the ho that you can be
Oh no I ain't gone playa hate you cuzz you dressed like you a freak
Goin "Now I lay me down to sleep"
With that pimp stick hangin
ahead like five steps as I climb why
Try to defy time you refuse to watch me no Timex
I say fuck this like I define sex
No R Kelly but I'm pissed
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,
me feel the way that you do
You make me wanna see your face everyday (mmm-hm)
Deep down inside I know that you're my soulmate (you are my soulmate)
took a fall
That's how it goes down
Dope fiend still get high
While dope dealers barely get by
You better get your life right
You want to live in
DOWN
IF U WANNA B LIKE ME ON THA TOP
SO B MAN RAPPA N LISTEN 2 HIP-HOP
HIP-HOP IZ MUZIC THAT I´M LISTEN 2
SO D CIDE MA MAN ALL IT´Z ON U
V R D-NASTY
V R
I'd have to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
The stomping ground for political candidates
Where bears in the woods
Are chased by Grecian Formula'd
Bald eagles
T.V. is mechanized politic's
Remote
star
Take you to the Shark Bar
So we could feast, love, and just skip in
You see a n- made a dollar out of just five cents
Now we ride through Tivoli
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
goes down
[Verse Two]
Dope fiend still get high
while dope dealers barely get by
You better get your life right
you wanna live in the 'burbs with your
floss around me
Everybody knows I'm tryna make Ps
Bill, two bill, five bill, G
I make Ps with my brother
Don't wear shirts, can't pop my collar
If you
the different
I know my worth so I’ll let you keep your two cents
Some opinions are just insignificant
I ain’t cocky mother fucker, I’m just confident
Too many
Mmmmm I adore
And right now I got you by my side, I can't ignore
Feels like blessings galore
Blessing galore
Baby you are heaven sent
Gonna call you my
to y'all,
Sippin wockiana you can tell just by how I walk
Never strap up, just be in that bitch going raw
Asking if I'm up, that's like asking if the winter
shirt I wear comes from the Philippines
And the car I drive is a Chevrolet
It was put together down in Argentina
By a guy making thirty cents a day
Well,
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