Lyrics:
the Diddy voice on, tell 'em, "Take that"
Ain't gotta sell the flow to find the gold I pour in a track
My profit ain't determined by the money that I make
mouth follow protocol
My boy get in they fuckin chest
I’m tired hearing niggas saying they hate you know the vibes, I am the fuckin vibe
I go by the name
Turning my back-
Nothing to say!
"Hey tell this jerk to take a hike,
There's somethin' 'bout that boy I don't like"
"Well sugar he don't mean the things
bet now one of you bitch boys won't take nothing
All spring, all summer I been working
Tell me how the fuck can you say I don't deserve something
cooling it, we hold that down
Tell 'em where we from 'jacktown jacktown'
Hear your song and I frown
Niggas snatching my sound
All of y'all some clowns
Big
and his eyes bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who
Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
built for it
Go and find your blessing
Most these bitch boys just wish for it
Got me cracking up
Back 'em up
Show the distance
They thought they had
Ain't nothing free but the school lunch
Read the pages of my life it'd give you goosebumps
I got rich tell you about that part later
Thoughts
Tell 'em that I'm GS9, Coke Boy
And tell 'em we brought guns for the smoke, boy
My nigga French still get it by the boat, boy
Say that Shmoney ain't
Bitches passing by, "oh my, he's so gangsta" (you're out of line)
Mmm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout
When I was a young boy (you're out of line)
shot, niggas gettin' stopped
Mommas really outchea losin' they sons
Might as well keep it real with them young niggas
Might as well tell 'em get guns
I got the chance
Life is clear as a window when you get by your past
Always beauty in the pains like mosaic glass
So let me tell them boys I love 'em
to hurt me, my momma dead so fuck 'em
A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel
To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya
Boy, in the streets
Sing it to them Nate Dogg (HEY)(sing it man)
Back in the days I use to like bitches (uhh)
But I tell you now days Bitches Ain't Shit (Tell 'em
(uh-uh)
Names, I don't say those (nah)
Well-connected, I could get a table at Rao's (uh)
Made man, I like the sound of that (yeah)
Tell 'em that
I know I ain't been living right, hit my knees and pray I had to get my spirit right
They ask me how I do it, I just tell them get with Christ,
It
through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long
start by makin' it clear
That ain't got a thing to do with us
Tell me what it is that I gotta do, baby
For you to be my girlfriend?
And girl, I know
Come on boys and girls
Play the telephone game
Whisper to one person
It's hella gon change
They whisper to someone else and tell the wrong thang
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
happy now,
Turning my back
Nothing to say!
"Hey tell this jerk to take a hike,
There's somethin' 'bout that boy I don't like"
"Well sugar he don't
to get fierce on me, I think it's time I tell them about themselves
Yo just give it to them safari sytle
Well, well, well it's L.A
The T.I
goddamn
I do what i can for you but i
Can't be true cause a man needs two
Understand
I'm not trying to be some asshole here I can
Tell by your look but I
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