Lyrics:
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
both was supposed to change the game
By gettin' another relationship, you know it's trials and tribulations
Fuck what they say 'cause you my baby
Just
Just taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now hit me
Ya, just hit me
Just start to chase your
mileage from my stewardess chick
She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick
She gives me extra pillows and seat back love
So I had to introduce
all we do
West gang, nigga, I ain't gotta explain it to you, let's bang
Yeah, if you gettin' down to the sound, don't stop
If you gotta dump a few
D-Town
Keep it real, I'm from the Agg, just a seat down
Think about it, keep it on your dome, that's a king crown
Shawty said I look like Prince, that's
wheels were just a way, of gettin’ me to my point B and never lookin’ back at A. It’s where we’ll karaoke, make our ice cream runs, practice funny faces.
Friday night tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first place
Second
in my city just slide by
Girl I know you with it match my vibe
I can't tell the way you text back in five seconds
Saw your ass at Nightingale and Hyde
her brains out until she had a heart attack
Now her corpse is in a body bag, in the trunk of his Pontiac
Down by the lake is where I just parked it
but there's no one at your seat
So when you come back to Grand Rapids
I hope that you come by
You can find your boys in the back of the jimmy
Where
taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now, hit me
Yaaah!
Just hit me
Just start to chase your dreams
Swishers, Ghost slabs on them 6's
In the back seat full of bitches, tryna hit licks, we gon' get lit
Get lit
Niggas so throwed like we don’t know no better
sittin' on stuck
Drop down to the ground, with them big sounds
Four twelves in the back, 'til the windshield cracks
Like that, with a fat bass track
Back Of Roses
I'm coming down I'm coming down I'm coming down I'm coming down I'm coming down I'm coming down (x2)
How could you run from me back
needin a physical therapist, cause you can't fuck with this
While you sat down by the seashore thinkin about some seashells
I was around the corner
body
Whatever you do don't break your body body
After the party party
Grab a hottie hottie
In the back seat of your Maserati-ratti
Jiggle jiggle it
the remix, its an honor my n*gga
I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin' mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryna clap
Break in and tie your fuckin feet up to your neck
Shoot you in the back once and kick you down the steps
I blow a crater in the side of your head
Do
watch this!)
Kali baby, I guess I'm back at it again
Lemme laugh at 'em again
Cause they know I write the back out of a pen
Holy moly get going nobody
Beat(Hell Na)
223 Make Uh Nigga Take Uh Seat(Sit Down Nigga)
Pushin Work In Ma City Big Meech (
Get Em Dipped Lika Hole Ina Skreet
lIsa Lesson To Be Learnt
of bitches, yeah
That shit a long line
My nuts swingin’ like them thangs
From Tha Dogg Pound
These niggas say they gettin' money
Need to calm down
'Cause listen
another trick sucka dropped
A quarter after twelve, I'm still cruising down them back streets
On my job a dead body already lies on the passenger seat
me wantin a hashbrown ounce this ounce this huddle
I let the seat back in my lac and take another sip
Then screw the top off of my bottle take this
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