Lyrics:
Just home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin Kangols
Straight up fakin no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed
My mad stacks, show that I'm
reppin I'm movin the ground
They gave me a call so I'm making my rounds
Talkin real hot so I gave him some rounds
Ya fakin ya lines and ya losing ya
(ya)
Diamond, Diamond Hoes (ya hey)
Diamond Hoes (ya)
Diamond, Diamond Hoes (ya hey)
Diamond Hoes (ya)
Diamond, Diamond Hoes (ya hey)
Eat it up like its
"I got one taken, I'm waitin' on her response"
Wrote her a 3 page letter, it's 3 days later, never hit me back, she broke my heart
So now he IM'ing
You get no Vette and, if I could stay leaded
I'm leavin' rappers one-legged from fakin like the prosthetic
You're artificial by cripple, rap is like
You get no Vette and, if I could stay leaded
I'm leavin' rappers one-legged from fakin like the prosthetic
You're artificial by cripple, rap is like
Straight dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin' they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature 'cause
of our prevalence how we stand out all u niggas etceteras
Cant get enough of the flow cuz its decadent (Ouu), blessed like it heaven sent this
year I'm always getting creative
Man, I'm keep moving more forward
More upward
Where are the stairs to heaven?
So that God will feel me
You all already
hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war
It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rott
Not to mention when we venture through
goin' try to change ya.
You are a shooting star, that's why you are my favorite.
I caught her when she feel from heaven.
1 to 10, baby girl is an 11.
Sock ya like ? did Kurt Rambis
Fax you that flight number, stand by frequency
Don't mess with me
Pontiac, GTO
Pontiac, GTO
Pontiac, GTO
belong to yo bitch Riding round like I stole it
There’s no need to compare when You lit as me
All my close friends are my enemies
I have no shame in
ya'll can quit pushin'
All that dominance
In me
Eeeyyy yyyooo
By the time my silence gone
It's war
Don't whisper my name
In vain
Pain is on your way
Snow
a dub toy
I ain't give her that attention
She gon' look for it
Niggas fakin', I don't care
Couldn't get a hook from me
What I say 'bout all these
You should fall back
No fakes finnuh call back
Me and you kick it for a minute
We'll be right back
Baby are you here every weekend
You got me waiting
gotta dismount off something
Throw another fuckin' planet toward 'em
'Bout to hit the ground running like
Tell me I ain't got it, you fakin', lyin',
forgettin'
Money exchanges hands like Off Track Bettin'
Project heat will keep ya sweatin'
Release energy through pores
Battles for thesis that held
just keep it real Love family L. O. Y.A.L.T.Y. you fakin keep ya distance/ minimize dat masculine energy keep it feminine but when you around me dont
I better take why'all into the canal, kick it
Mo pussy, mo pussy, mo pussy..
[DJ Quik]
Damn! That's how a nigga like me is
True to it, ain't fakin
Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama
Imma send ya ass to heaven wit ya brethren
25, 20–20-21, 09 On the grind
Center on my chakras I'm no longer maligned
I done headed out West to the East
Of the last chance
To restore the endangered
Without hidden agendas
Wouldn't that be splenda
Take it up on the TV
Stickin' 'em up while the CDC
Distracted by
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
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