Lyrics:
it's rocky on my right hand
And I'm on stage by myself, ain't with the hype man
Go ahead then, tell me what your price is
Mine's is a hundred B's,
VIP
Bring more drinks up in this
Feeling like partying tonight
Until the morning light
Partying tonight
Everyone looking fly
Partying tonight
Until
ridiculous
Let's stack some more
I'ma stack these hundreds till I can't stack no more
No such thing as stack some more
Stackin' hundreds by the motherfuckin'
would walk five hundred more
to be the man who walked a thousand miles to fall down at your door.
When I'm working, yeah, you know I'm gonna be...
I'm
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
Yo, little ma witch in a hole in my vibe
Me pause in a magical world miralizing mo’
Come on! They hope the dog made mo’ magic
Blood, London man go
on point wit da aim
Sit back laugh, "haha", gainin' more fame
Trophy Kids up on my mind, brandin' these days
Shit Um Da Man now, Man now, Man now, Man now,
of the ground
I'm not a sayin' my baby is a saint
'Cause he ain't
And that he won't cat around with a kitty
I'm here to tell you gal to lay off of my man
Or Gal Like You
Man I Fucked Up (Man I Fucked Up)
Yaah I Fucked Up (Yaah I Fucked Up)
Yea I Kno I Fucked Up
And Now She Gone
And Thats Fucked Up
[Chorus:]
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
pippen why you 33 years old
Still talking 'bout pimpin'?
I'm 34 making 'bout 100 million or more!
(hahahaha) use to move perico
Now these people know it's
a hundred percent
True story
I was, I was thinkin' like
Yo, if anything, man, like
I gotta do an album for Nems
You know what I'm sayin'?
Like, for
the car and I bought the house, I represent the Dirty South
Got more syrup than Waffle House, run through hoes like Marshall Faulk
I talk the talk
a waste gal
Bout yu love me, but yu phony
Yu selfish Man ( hey yu selfish man)
( could not believe it ) - add libs
CHORUS:
Don't forget
You a reason why
affi dweet wid culture
Head sick bad and mi medz dem low
Fuck all yuh man now mi star di show
Talk too tough duppy mek by yuh door
Call cleaner him affi
payback from them days i was stressing you
Badboys need one more chance so baby let it go
I miss the way she wined for me
Sexy gal held it down for me
Use
bed
Cah, wake up everybody
No more sleeping in bed
Di blind must be led an' then
Di hungry must be fed
Cah, man should-a never really live by bread
Tell
got dopest shit prep for release
Look in the mirror see the man like I got stopped by police
Im not what you think, Im beyond these niggas optical
punishable by law
If you make more than half a million
You make over five hundred thousand a year
Sam want thirty-seven percent of that
Which is almost
Just abide by, what your ride by
Cause we abide by what we ride by, HA!
[All]
Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Priest, don't hit me no more
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
Speaking of disease man, what is your hair? Gotem
The only thing that's more obscure than your racist opinions
Is our ex-PMs method of consuming onions
a fluffer just stare for a moment
In those eyes gals or guys
Kid Rock in 30 seconds
Some director getting action
Keep it rolling
Man everybody loves him lots
a lunatic i gotta do the lunatic
gotta do man, yeah living on this avenue
more murder, more murder, more murder, yo
more murder, more murder, more murder,
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