Lyrics:
brother
Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors
[Busta Rhymes]
Money! Drop dead on the floor
Nigga, pass the keys to the door
Pass me all the cash in
of it because minute by minute
Temperature it all a rise because you thighs and all you hips, style
You shockin' it, you a rock it, you a kill it
keep ya chains tucked,
all my thugs give me love, keep it gangsta,
all the ballas if you ballin put ya banks up,
got shotcallas, givin orders by
[Freaky Tah]
Mira come estas
How you do? You know my crew
LB Fam, wild out
You know me my man no doubt
We gets down LB Fam status
Niggas they
Don't get me riled, I get wick-wick-wild
Flex styles by the pile, so smile for awhile
Aware, my dear kick-kick-kick, snare
That the flavor's in the air,
COMES
NEAR MY PATH...SHOUT OUTS TO THE J RATHS AN THE WHOLE LB STYLE ITS ALL RITE
CHORUS:
ITS ALL RITE (X6)
VERSE TWO (FREAKY TAH)
ALL ALL ALL S'ALL
love the way you comb your hair And the style is close that you wear It's just the freaky things, dude That you can run about to you K -Day, that sexy,
gon' fuck it up
Come on now, we gon' fuck it up, we gon' fuck it up
PreZ-O
How can you rap against a monster flipping mad styles
First I switch my color
and that I do shit to piss them off I'm confused
How I'm viewed by all these people that I never even knew
The way I'm rhyming, my style, and the shit that I
Big booty hoes, up wit it!
Hoochie mamas, up wit it!
Let me see ya touch the ground!
I don't know a reputation
But all the niggas in the hood
I love to sing
Call me the king of pain, but my name ain't Sting
Or Roger Clinton, I'm not riding off my brothers fame
'Cause all you sap suckers
some Mountain Gears first, dawg
(Yo, which color?) I don't know which colors, kid
I don't know which ones I'm coppin'
('Bout to get me some too) can't
pissy little cousin
Suckers are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen
You think you're hard with them hats and all that black on
You're not scarin' the X,
woeyo, woeyo
Me smoke de Bombbudd
[DJ Quik]
Yo, I say me smoke the Bombudd like it's going out of style
Give me the Bombudd me give you big cool-Aid
Bitch we not vegan we want all the beef
Bro catch a opp he gon leave em deceased
I put them double cs up on my sneaks
If bitches ain’t fucking no way
do y'all know who you talking to
You won't ever see me fold
All the rules that I'm breaking
New style I'm making
All this pain that I'm shaking
Chances
you were totally sniffing
Your true colors show when you're over protective
Don't forget your badge and your pads by detective
She on to me
Yeah she
me of a Jeep I like the way you ride
All I need is hold me up stay down like soldiers
Like a preacher she confess to me everytime I hold her
Get
my paint change to blue
By the way my paint change to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging
somethin' to say
'Bout how a nigga should flip his shit a different way
The fuck you know "bout hip-hop, I'm LL Cool J, nigga
They send Bentleys for me
and the styles to blame
[Chorus]
They call me 2-na
As in Fish in sea
Self efficiency
That's my mission see
Got me wishing we all
Could've puffed
25 to life me cuz I'm killing all you boys
One by one, I'm D.C. sniping all you boys
But I keeps the chosen ones
I love the freaky boys
Not many
Fly by lookin' fly stuntin' like I'm extra paid luh
Let me show me all my freaky ways
Out of sight blow your mind
Baby in the many ways
Make you love me
me in a cannibalistic style, but I just smile and
Silence 'em like the lambs, they all the whole flock
We just one magic stock style
I'm gettin' 'em
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