Lyrics:
keeps
By your IG you could already tell
That these shortie's don't compare
Cuz they basic as hell
My vibe is LL Cool J I be "Doin it Well"
Their vibe is
I know I'm the realest on the block when it come down to it
My dawg ain't wanna see me eat
He hadda bone and threw it
Niggas think we really
too famous to say hi
And tell 'em what my name is but really I'm still nameless
You niggas don't get it yet, do you?
Deal or not, platinum or flop I
the tub man I'm underground
Shout to harry yet I'm trackin' these conductor sounds
Rappin' frees
Layin' gems
It's a gold rush
Track by track
Check the subs
see all the hate yet to come today (today)
If you want to call to take the pain away (away)
You could hit my line, I won't act a kind of way
Always
city, lil' nigga, I run it
I ain't the best yet? Tell who is I'm coming
Where the beef at? Pussy nigga, I want it
Niggas get shit bags shot, hit in
it, that's the whole thing: Proof of Concept[01:07.11]Yeah, dub V! Ayo, this is the infamous outro[01:14.30]You know, the—the speaking outro that all
(Come on)
Xzibit (Yeah)
E-Dub
It's that millennium ridiculous flow, I never let go
Niggas gettin' knocked out is part of my show
Let them know
take my own advice
Might just hit the road if the price is right
I'm a frisco nigga
You can tell just by the Nikes
No I don't discriminate but I cant
would be chilling on somebody island
Say that I'm lying
I show you the proof
Check is for one
But stretch it for two
Went out to eat by myself
Paid a dub
Gone so long thought they was locked in the Penile
Meanwhile
They be bumpin' in the clubs
Can we get freaky tonight, sho' 'nuff
Puff and J-Dub
and afros
But if I was to judge by the look on her face she’ll most likely get home and tell her husband David or Richard or Harry she came within inches
is in my rap name
Ce'J is for the knowledge I be spitting on my world stage
I want the world to know
I'm a lyricist on the low
But I'm a bad bitch
be tired
I would be chilling on somebody island
Say that I'm lying
I show the proof
Check is for one
But stretch it for two
Went out to eat by myself
Through it all me and Dub had a good run
I watched bitches I fucked with with leave away for college meanwhile
Some my niggas headed off to prison
anything, everything
And it would come across like its nothing
Super soaked man I come for the pumping
This shit is dope
Better run for the public
Mistletoe,
rider rims
If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
Crying on the phone
Ho thinking I'm in love with her
Cause she took me shopping
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
calling, see I've fallen into love
With ska, dub and the dope dancehall.
It seized me by the collar and it hollered you've been mollycoddled long enough.
Are
or pit
Niggas be buckin' and talkin' that shit, I'ma split his fuckin' wig
Homicide is on my mind, all your dreams, I shatter it
Lyrically, I am
is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong
I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest
Police in dead skin, I'm so East,
well then why
whoa
Whoa whoa
Who is who
In a world full of you's
When I park by the crib with a lake
By the pool
In the house
Ion got no house yet its cool
She making
you to pray that you're still gonna see
And you still gonna win
He still setting you free
Yeah, His love never ends
And the grass is still green
But
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