Lyrics:
And the Louis V be on my keys
And my chains be a couple G's
Got the blow the money so I do it in a breeze
Never want to cuff so he always on my line
He be running
wanna eat brown rice with turkey log
It would be nice
Slap some peanut butter on a honey bun
Warm it up a little and eat it with coffee
I don't like
Everybody wanna say they did it for me
And everybody wanna be part of the success story
And everybody wanna feel important
Then when u blow up
consent (Choke)
Wit me or not
Songs out bitch, yeah we never come late
Textin' what up bitch we never gon hate
Just wanna beat it up, never gonna date
Just
I just wanted to have a bite with her, or something
Didn't go get up on that show to fight with her, or nothing
It was Keyshia Cole, Eric Benã,
All these bitches in the club
Baby you one I'm choosing
All these fuck niggas losing
Come on let's get it grooving
Surrounded by a bunch of doe
5
about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
spirit to this game
So devoted there's no pain,
Even when it rains
Before I let one take my chain
Imma have to blow a brain
Tryna get up out this game
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
honest, I'm bout to make it famous
So you can take that J-O-be and you can shove it up your anus
I ain't never understood how the world works
But I
Hey Nyza
I heard the new song, it sounds hella crazy
I hope it blows up soon, so you can stop working 925 and make sometime for me
Miss you
You be
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,
about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
before
It wasn't like this before
50 Cent, I'm makin hit's now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard
I'm the shit now some bitches changed
'cause they
ass open stuff ya like a duck what
Attraction recarnation in a slump twenty-five cents
And a German dick pumped up
Shoulda known the killa from
ain't show offs
Tryin' to keep it low so we don't see no cops
Wanna blow up, but I don't wanna go pop
Gotta blow up cause I can't let this dough stop
to y'all,
Sippin wockiana you can tell just by how I walk
Never strap up, just be in that bitch going raw
Asking if I'm up, that's like asking if the winter
We got cash to blow fuck you tryna sneak diss?
We got free shmoke for whoever-whoever
Only thing these cats talk is violence
If I had five cents for
mattress, junkie be stealing, I blow up addicted, niggas be geeking that shit goin get tragic, fuck up my business unless it’s 4 metic,
I never trip bout
hand
Flammable liquids in the lab explode
And you get stabbed with all the flyin glass
Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts
Trained in
your husband's heart problem is complicating
So the F-C-C won't let me be or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on M-T-V
But it
see, the hood fucked up
I got a plan for the crisis
Bring the dope in on boats
And lower cocaine prices
That's stage one of my plan
To pass by depression
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
Discuss these blow it up kazz by 5 cent Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In