Lyrics:
of cashhhh Rari in the
Back wit 200 on the dashhhh man I won’t
Stop makin bangas with the midi man I can’t
Stop I’m the man up in my city man I won’t
Stop
the only time I would hold a Mac, or at the drive-thru Window
Wouldn't do drive-by grip, hold Pistol, I switch flows as if I'm a Schizo, grew up with flip
Tell me a story then I'll go to bed
Oh worry worry weary ends ma day
Comes the time to go home
Without ma raise in pay
Home by the fire where
of the brick going up"
Bought my crib straight cash
(Price of the brick went up)
Shawty wet I made a splash
(Price of the brick went up)
Bout 200 on the dash
smoke is gas
All my woods is fast
200 plus on the dash
All I ever wanted is a bad bitch and some moola
All I ever wanted was that Rollie from my
Alanis Morrisette
From audio cassette
One week had an upset
For radio plays met
By a broke bitch better yet
No hands in her pocket, bet
You oughta
N.E.W Gang N.E.W Sauce N.E.W Sauce
N.EW Year N.E.W Sauce N.E.W Sauce
Might take your lady with the N.E.W Sauce N.E.W Sauce
Might give her back yeah
year round
Moving like I'm evergreen
You know I don't like facing all my fears
Sound, the sun is shining and I'm crying crocodile tears
I was worried
of dark roads
Rich in Life
Rich in Mind
Rich in Time
Benji Picasso
Ben Jammin'
Michael Russano
Bucatini Benny
Mikey Morto by the lockup
Wildman by
translucent song
Oh the memories been given me
Beneath the layers of skin from 40 years
Oh the memories been given me
Stained remains of bees
Stents in place
Don't waste my time, don't wanna leave
Leave me alone, with you by my side
When I'm smoking flowers
See the birds and the bees
Sun shining water, I'm
credit cards and don't do shit, bitch
I travel throughout the year
I keep a woman with a house and her own career
So when I buy her a diamond ring, it's
pay nothin, I mean
Mix and master's like 200, maybe three
I can now afford that shit but id rather have it done by me
But I've only done it for
Tell me a story then I'll go to bed
Oh worry worry weary ends ma day
Comes the time to go home
Without ma raise in pay
Home by the fire where
Tell me a story then I'll go to bed
Oh worry worry weary ends ma day
Comes the time to go home
Without ma raise in pay
Home by the fire where
nothin', yeah
Now I'm on a mission to the money
Now excuse me while I count all these hundreds
I don't even count that shit by a hundred no more
Count
Look at the tulips, and the trees
Hear the birds and the bees,
Feel the world waking up and starting new
All the pretty colors everywhere
Smell
as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we've first begun.
The story of amazing grace it was written over 200 years ago
by a sailor
across the land
There's no need to argue
Parents just don't understand
I remember one year
My mom took me school shopping
It was me, my brother, my mom,
girl, you know it's true
be be be betcha this guy makes more than my lawyer
If he works for one day, costs you half a year's pay
(Baby) He can be here by
[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly
Resident with bad plumbin'
Cocaine got my brain numb an' bitch complained 'bout cummin'
Pussy stay hummin'
$200 parkin', Sommers' out of state warrants
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
right under your chair (under your chair)
200 right up on my dash, my coupe right here (skrr)
Throw it up, don't be scared
I was throwin' up and it was
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