Lyrics:
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I'm the prince of the pen
I'm the king of the booth
How could one single man do it all
By himself in the room and
I don't know a whole lot but I
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
East Oakland to South Jamaica
Hilo to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in your mouth without
of Hennessy nights, now it's Tennessee flights
Got the whole fam here, time to turn it up tonight
We high, we fly, let's ride
Well, alright
A lot of Hennessy
cause what
(Chorus: Pras)
For the love of this, I give my life a diss
And for the love of this, I send my last wish
For the sake of hip-hop, will you
Baby just don't cry no river
Today I brought my gen 3 out
Cause my gen 5 a lil bigger
I'm publicly him
I ain't no public figure
Mix match Off White
I'ma let your grandpa hit it, mix it up with cocaine so he can't forget it
Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum
But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama
little busters
Who wants to try to buck us, we grab these guns and bust em
I gots that tena millimetre in tha parkin' lot
[CJ Mack] Fuck em locc, we
of rhythm and blues
When hip hop originated slowly paid my dues
And take my shoes and try to walk a mile in my past
Without them salt shaker sheisters
this
(tameesia) got my own dawg imma boss bitch
Yeah I got some too, Here baby light this
Hook
Pour up spark that
Hit the blunt n then kick back
is molesting
An assault with deadly weapons
Got these rappers feeling threatened
A hip-hop veteran, I'm a hip-hop felon
It's a war going on outside
Hip-hop clothes just to, think he gonna impress her
"Hey Slim, I heard you was a spinna, sit on up
Top this thing, black dick, and work it like
Hip-hop clothes just to, think he gonna impress her
"Hey Slim, I heard you was a spinna, sit on up
Top this thing, black dick, and work it like
When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm buyin'
I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese
Got a Chevy trailer
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
I touch down in Heathrow, I got the jet lag
Hop on a train, head straight to Paris
Need to get back
I need that Porsche, yes sir Dior need to go get
She showing me shivery, ooh
All of my ice got you shivering
Baby, bring that ass back like a boomerang
(Bring it back)
Baby, make that ass clap, clap
has a cause and effect
But I first test the mic with the 1-2 check
The hip-hop world made the Juice Crew orphans
Gained our respect sealin' up much
(Mm) just a little bit, baby, just wiggle it
(Yeah)
Cool, go by the code, never bending it (Dig)
Pools, all of this water, come swim in it
(O oh) back
Some Hood Niggaz Throw It Back And Dont Stop It
Mix A Lil Trina Then Add A Lot A White Chocolate
We Keep Then Switchers Roll Grey Goose Il Make Ha Twurk
Some of y'all
Ain't gonna dig this here
Thinkin I got balls
For this mix right here
And I owe it all
To my past wives tears
Cuz I've done it all
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