Lyrics:
let's do dat there
[master p]
Niggaz dat want to space age hustle
Catch that rocket to the fuckin moon
That be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is
cause I'm low key
You won't even know if your girl ate me
Nigga, I bet you hate me
Cause I'm a 5 foot giant and your girl's giving top in the backseat
"Get on the bus", go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch?
Familiar with that smack man?
The music
bummy, we ain't peers
I feel like [?] with the ear
I drip Visine in my third eye
Catch me swerving down baseline, curb side
You, me, backseat
Right
I'll be your first choice
I'll be your crushed up line tonight
I'll be your bad boy
I'll be your sex toy
I'll be your wrong you be my right
Call me by my
(Longway)
It wouldn’t cost me but a G (Rack)
I leave blood on your tee (Huh)
I leave blood on the street (You)
I put mud on the street
(Lean, lean, lean,
Tick tock
The grime do not stop
I'm in a hurry 11 a clock
Catch me a plane
Run from a clock
Smoking that gas
One at the clock
Vision gets blurry
Girl fuck yo' nigga he didn't even treat you right (He ain't even treat you right)
He gave you baggage but you couldn't catch your flight (Couldn't catch
stuck, no playing catch
Fuck it, wit no rubber, better stay blessed
Don't play with your body
Cause you just bodied yourself
Raising kids all by yourself
the ocean
I got my gun I'll stamp out like Coast Guards
You boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like herb, word (hey man)
You heard it here
acting like a tadpole out of gonads,
You now how catch the truth, hit the booth we making more jams
Spread the strawberry preserves on your nervous
tryna catch a kill
Tryna catch a kill till I see some blood spill
Pick that bag up off your head, I'm finna cop a grill
Leave it on the floor, I left his
maybe I'm just ahead of myself
Let me slow down, slow your Camaro
I'm tryna catch up, I'm tryna jump your bones to the marrow
Got me under your control
gotta get my peace, that "Ah" gon' die by me
I'ma kill it every time, I'ma catch a body in here
I'ma catch a body if I hit it raw
Lookin' like that,
Damn
Drive by, five men down (bitch)
Niggas clown a lot (bitch)
Spin the bloc by dawn (bitch)
Popping pills and Glocks (bitch)
Pushing bricks in
With a motherfucking tainted mixture
Tryna catch death, I'm that deadly reaper
Full of that strength given by my sinners
Warlock of the night with
the Cadillac
(Caddy) jack boys looking at me
And they know I ain't having that (Uh, uh)
Let them niggas pump you up
Like you just had an asthma attack
I'll hit
gotta have my bottle, yak out
Stay ya cunny home if you know your liver could max out
Ass shaking, bad bitches in the backseat
Hotbox, joints rolled up
me and Britney, a dancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in
a nigga like Koop, a nutcase
And I can tell by the day it's gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for your life, my big black butcher knife
Now I'm
on it
Chinese Queen, Parasuco jeans on her
Rock long jeans, known for throwing blings on her
I stay king, by any means, scream on it nigga
Come on, let's
a machete up your ass like Gaddafi did
Better yet, catch that HIV like Liberace did
Kid
The ancestor of every reaction is thought
In every line is like
on niggas like a
Sunday, see your artist, that's a feast
(Ha) i got, like, thirty in the chalk
I let you pussies catch the piece (Hey)
It's just me and Omelly
a trapper
Or a gun clapper, make sure your weapon is hype
We got all kinds of shooters, sprayers, pitchers
Nigga who hit playa, catch you in ya gators
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