Lyrics:
and get hung by a rope (hey)
We got the weed and the dog and the coke (dog)
Niggas weren't there we was robbin' the North (robbed)
Pistol P bless his
Calm down, I'm just going downtown
Chill out, there's no need to mess around (Mess around)
Hey bitch, just let me go (Let me go)
I need to go see my
we be punching blow by blow
Cut your feet fingers what were you thinking going toe to toe with the beast
After i rap, all that's left is the carnage
she might be the type that want P to feed her
She wants a little cheaper, a little margarita
Mane, them draws comin' off when she see the two-seater
So
Blowin O for be , I pack the seed I-3
28 is a fact in V-I-P
You can see how it be when we by (let's go)
Bottles of Dom, keep a model a arm (c'mon)
orofo yin ni yoo p'oroofo.
D’Pole the sound maker.
Verse 1.
Eni maa logo mab'ologo je.
Eh ah eh.
Eni b'ologo je o ni bawa r'ogo lo.
Laiye , laye laye.
out all my Niggas cause one day we gon' stunt
I'm keeping it calm but Niggas pullin triggers
The same Niggas that be hating get no bitches
I don't do
retreated
(Tell me the cause of the fame!)
S&P, next question
Lemme see, it says here that you're going by, um... Elias?
Did you want to make a statement
so hot looks like
P hub (Mia)
You can go faster cause i like
a quick fuck
Keep calm i'll be on the main
Lineup
Then, i can buy you a sick
sick truck
too bad cause im stressin
by now its 130 am 11 perkasets just entered me
15 minutes from this second ill be crawlin on my knees
laughin at the crowd
on the bible
P won't be standing in the final
What'd you think
I would just hand him the title?
They don't know about Ghetto, but I do
I'll kill myself if I
pikenas pan badja ku noz mah badja li ku nhas bros I'm calm today, I can be alone liga p mim pergunta onde eu tou eu tou tou tranquilo tou aqui ku nhas
the p-I-m-p in the fuckin front do'
One mo' nigga cuttin paper on the down low
It's so twisted in this white man's society
Why it be hard for a nigga when he
Fuck The Numbers
Let’s keep pushing until we’re on the cape
And I’m wearing a Prada cape
Custom Made
Dom P by the case
You’ll never catch up, always
Usually calm, but when it's on, nigga trained
To drop the bomb, word to my mom
Ya'll niggaz playin
[P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah, Bad Boy
Yeah,
fun
Babes babes guys calm down,
we have all night, let it all out
Get to jumping, say what we can to sound funny. Yeah yeah, good idea, now that's
You dont know my p
You are not my gee
Like the letter after B
Many things i see
Ah na na
Anywhere i go
Oro mi lo n so enh
Oro mi lon so
E so fun oloko
scrappy then I'm down to drop a paw low
Cuz victory by any means is my Carl Weathers
Something I plan to pass down
Word to Michael B
And like him, you'd be
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
I'm S.P.I.T dog Spitacular, S.I.D.E yeah the bul Spitacular
I'm not packin the mac in the back of the Acura
I'm just spittin some flows that's
gotta get rid of the mess
And throw away the beer
We've gotta be out by 9
So we can catch the bus
We gotta be quiet and calm
So no one causes a fuss
life
Gettin’ high by the seaside
We be feelin’ the good vibes
No matter what goes wrong wrong
We gon’ have some fun fun
Gettin’ high by the seaside
chef these man down one by one
I hit these licks and run with guns
I get my p's and spend for fun
Don't save for shit I up the pump
You ain't running
hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high,
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