Lyrics:
What ho sed de ting!
I'm back, nyaaah! You thought you got away with it, didn't you? But you didn't. No, not on your fourth little
box set of Run
it out by the time that I'm 30
Had a dream I was in room 29, that sh** was great
With two different women, meaning 2 got ate (8)
One was 27, the other
I got the midas touch in my eyes a gorgon stare
Stuff the pussy full of white like a build a bear
I don't mean to be vulgar but it's in my culture, by
Well, that's really the only house you can afford, cause there's no money in it for you. For us, yes, but not for you. Don't complain, you get to do all
half of the math, it don't add up
The lead batter, my hits make ya frame shatter
Watch me now! Just begun like Jimmy Castor
I'm bad luck just like
Know a couple niggas that would kill for me, couple bitches that would steal for me
Nigga's still love me, women still love me 'cause they only get it
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like yo' hood
Where niggas don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it
'm fifteen when I first started coppin' pies
You 46 just turnin' blood? Stop it, 5
It's like the only way to make it is supplyin' things
Hoop dreams,
gotta pay that shit direct to me
I send the label bills, bills, bills like the other two women standing next to Bey
That shit was just-
Independent
every other nigga in my crew
I bump hoes, now it's your turn
Tell me young tender when will you learn
I cold mack like pimps you know
Won't sell you
of dank, I smoke too much now I need more
Roll up all the sticky, off too much might lose a kidney
And we always twist it pretty, petty bitches get me bored
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
come up with a Mac yeah I'm so Steve
Nowadays bitches tryna crack got 'em ODing
Like how them hoes want to get it with L
They know it's cold enough
Yeah, 'fore I had a desktop
Was lookin' for a shortcut to be an icon
But this time it's for the money, my nigga
Me and the Ichiban Don got itchy palms
'fore I had a desktop
Was looking for a shortcut to be an icon
But this time it's for the money my nigga
Me and the Ichiban Don got itchy palms
And I
so much more apropos)
But he's moving in on Olive and
I think she kinda likes it
Nip it in the bud
Spill their blood don't try to fight it
(You think
but they all just wick-wick-wack
I'm not white or red or black, I'm brown
From the Boogie Down
Productions, of course our music be thumping
Others
a beef
and work in the ghetto like Jack Tucker work some beans
livin off a high, rollin on this ride
bitches on the side, but only give them 2 weeks
Every other city we go, we fuck thems' pimpin' hoes
Some Louie Ville, to Little Rock, Atlanta, to Chicago
I like them hoes big fine and slim in
Spittin' like a lake in hell
But bitches like my God
Plus niggas flicking lenses on
Me like a tripod
'Cuz they know there's only one eye
Like cyclops
You
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
Black chick white guy, does it mean shit, maybe?
I don't know but yo, it never fazed me
But either way here's one tale
Of two like that and what
many ubers in the morning getting sent out
All these women here in shape but they bent out
Pretend to listen to me baby when I vent bout
Roll with
the Swisher
But don't drink all my liquor
You know it's all good my nigga
Give me one second, I'll pose for your picture
Like cheese, cheese, cheese,
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