Lyrics:
half thief and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked
And found chopped up in
Thought-I-Was-Gon'-Take-Her-Home-But-Left-Her-In-The-Room
Mr. Screws, Mr. Take-It-Off-Now-Bitch-Get-In-The-Pool
Mr. Already-Made-It, you can't come around
Mr. Quiet, shh, bitch, don't make a sound, yeah
too high to get over me
Way too low to get under my skin
All the DJ's gon' hit that spin
I'ma play this again and again and again (stop)
Cool off
in this shit nigga DatWay
Pocket full of cheesecake
Run it up relay
Get your lil ass off the block you PJ
He don't play this then we beating up the DJ
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
posted up at the bar, having a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where
posted up at the bar, having a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where
and get me
Talkin' shit, you tryna start what?
Better have them bottles ready
If not, bitch, you got me fucked up
Bitch, you got me fucked up
Bitch
, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah!
[Jamal-Ski] {best guess}
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em
Come follow me the man me work for the mic
They
hoes I wanna fuck (ooooh)
So put this cut on dog and bang it loud
Ain't DJ's suppose to move the crowd?
Get the people off the pine cause it's party
Now it's a few rules in the game if you really wanna play
Let's get this straight off top
Bitch get wit it (bitch, get wit it)
And roll up (roll
bitch she knowin'
She'll tell you we poppin' off
Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin'
They know we be poppin' off
[DJ Quik]
Now
call it no hands
Pressure on they hoe ass, no pass, no chances
This bitch'll fall off your waist, can't do no dancin'
Oppers can't even get near me
transit
Women lookin scared, borin-ass statues
Bitch you need to get out the boroughs
and move to Kansas or Pittsburgh or somethin
Sittin up with
up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me
And yeah I rep my city, bitch
I'm from Dade County
Ay!
Lick it up and she gon' spit it and back it up
Take her back cause I don't want no ho
'Cause I get that bitch right off my team
Everything on me clean
gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve the mystery
And get back the disc jockey
I found
Bitches need dick, so they buying it
G with the high top fade
Open up ya coach bag; bitch, so I can get laid
And take off your G-string drawers
Bitch
Bitches need dick, so they buying it
G with the high top fade
Open up ya coach bag bitch, so I can get laid
And take off your G-string drawers
Bitch eat
nights had no songs
Why, because the D.J. was gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve
sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers
Now you all
[DJ Quik]
And just when you motherfuckers thought it was over
I'm back up in this motherfucker..
"You better get ready"
"for-for-for for
cut off
Now tell me the reason why your volume cut off
All we do is fuck and eat and get ducked off
Rip and running up them bands dripping swag
Know you
You is not up on the block (aye)
I cannot fuck with a opp (bitch)
I got yo' bitch in a lock (yuh)
She sucking, she give me that gawk (gawk)
Diamonds, I
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