Lyrics:
met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P A on the map
clout in the game, boys calling us the greatest
But meanwhile me and Pimp is still ducking haters
The old manager calling and say he fina' sue
Wanna talk about hits? Let's talk about it
Wanna talk about Cris'? Let's talk about it (yo)
But when you talk about cash, don't talk without it (yo)
Wanna talk about hits? Let's talk about it
Wanna talk about Cris'? Let's talk about it (yo)
But when you talk about cash, don't talk without it (yo)
rollin' routine
It's a process, and yet it comes guaranteed, by me (by who?)
Motherfuckin' Johnny Richter
If you lay on the work then call me Johnny
and Koopa
Tipping by them state troopers
Round here boys disappear like it was a roofer
Land of the trill got me grill grilling woman
Every summer dropping
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
likes and 3.5 million blinded by lies and
Give me some o that mass, gimme some o that cash
Yeah look at me rapping, yeah look at me rapping
Can't talk
I said hello
she said you're kind of cute I said yes I know
but by the way sweetheart what's your name
she said my friends like to call me exotic
Johnny, leave him in a ditch, smelling like piss
I rap like this, boys in me trap like this
Johnny talking shit to Tye, I ain't gon' let it slide
This is
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
boy!"
God had called me and then stopped by
And he told me you're gonna die
Unless you buy my holy water
Check, cash, or a money order
This is true,
Skvnny Montana that’s the name bitch I earned it
Ian seen em round here before Ian gon serve me
I know Bout the streets OG Taught Me and I learned
to Hollywood, we was up in the scene,
It was Dloc, Johnny Rich, and my home boy Steve.
We was, teenagers, yeah living a dream.
Lookin up to Daddy X, tryin'
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
it’s your boy jizzle bang bang gutter shit I don’t give a fuck I hold my own dick piss in a cup every month on the 5th don’t wanna live dam I wann die
live for the moment don't care
Where I'm heading
If I need it I get it I ain't one for
Beggin
Ion fuck wit tht bitch like her first
Name was Megan
To be
anaconda (ayy)
Have you seen the state of her body? (Mad)
If I beat it, I ain't wearin' a Johnny (ha)
Adeola when I roll with a geezer (with a geez')
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'
tried to hit the scene with friends, but them niggas fled
I had to do it by myself and I moved up ahead
He tried to play the boy, that boy almost end up
tryna put you in a palace
Mhmmmmm that's my type of foreplay
A condo by the beach, butler name is Jorgei
Wit a maid named Suzy, (Unhuh)
Accountant name
Bring your friends to the door
Drop that ass low (Huh?)
Bounce it up and down on the mother fucking floor (Boy)
Eeny meeny miny moe
Catch a bitch by
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Got me feeling like
Hey Boy Im on another level
Trusting God no matter what so Im walking by faith
Boy Im on another
(oh, I am, I'm trying)
Whatchu mean, you ain't got no cash? (I got a little bit)
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Shouldn't your pockets be big just like
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