Lyrics:
another body
Bitch I'm dead red and now I'm walking like a zombie
Ford F-150's might rob this lobby but I can't do that 'cause that's my hobby
I ain't
it'll come back
Momma say my spending habit is bad
I told her don't worry
I'll make it back
What you want the range or the jag
I get to the money I do
I curse With this song
Creep up your neck like a bob
Fucked up your B and its Rob
Need a plan B for this thot
Did she take it or not
We fuck for
down bitch you know
Ain't got a lot of change
But the wrist will glow
Don't say her name but I hit the ho
Listen bro
Never heard a nigga like this before
that's how it started
Lights over the bed, it's a party
She grindin my shit like a ten speed she
Tiny and fast like a rari
Her side drawer by the door's
got 50 Cent and I'm down to last dime
So I gotta get rich or I'm down to die trying
I'll bring a fucking massacre like my first name was Curtis
Right
cleavage out her top got me like damn
Shorty wanna bag a couple thots
Bring a couple home in the drop and I'm like damn
While we in the club we make it pop
She thought I was bluffing. I eat up, Then beat up, go deep inside her Muffin
She swallows my kids like it's Nothing
Tokin down and she love it. I
[S.X.] Alright I'ma get some ? and all that
Chorus: cool Keith, Sadat X
[Keith] Static we bring trouble to your right side
[Sadat] Hey
feel like a mink
Mad at some motherfucker dropped my pill down the sink, hold up wait
I got Xanax, I got Percocet
She give me pussy and her income tax
I
hot tamale wasabi mixture
That's a Rob Zombie picture
Stop playing checkers with Bobby Fischer
And just embrace it, I made it to the top floor out
style
These bitches calling, asking where the after party
The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darling
Bring your friends so we can let this party
downtown, room 112, my darlin
Bring your friends so we can let this party begin
And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we can fuck till the end
Hey bitch, sign
, uh
Roll them windows down, uh
Roll them windows down, uh
Roll them windows down, uh
Aye
Big stick on me, nigga, bitch, I keep it by my side
I just
, the past will get witcha
Five on five, nobody picked ya
Ain't no 'next', you out the picture
Brown baggin' liquor you and her bicker
Life crawling by
a Mercedes, just for me to see her Benz
You not the man where you from
You gotta ask if you come
Probably bring napkins to potlucks
And leave with a plate
quicker
Goin' down by the second round
All hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backin'
Down from a conflict
Nothin' but nonsense and terrorists
Keep
me how to make my girl go down
I've been around hip hop since '85
She had her ups and downs but she stayed alive
I used to think LL stood for Love
this known from the door
I make niggaz walk like ball four
Y'all score games down the block
For me it's hip hop around the clock
Critical, I'm bound
bring the house down, down, down
Who let them demons out
It's been a minute since I seen yo face
Flashbacks when i'm on the night shift
One more hour
with the burna's holdin' down B-R
There lived a jealous kid that was mislead
by anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead
(He said) Me and you are
where ya stomach at
(Where)
Pin her down and tell her she can't run from that (come here)
Text come through
Play 1 2
Got the work well where the fuck you
again
Member when I had no money for drinks
Now we pour rose inside to the stink
I wear the chain even when I’m asleep
Cause i member we had to rob for
then you die in the streets
We just trying to get richer and stay on our feet
Gotta eat by any mean
Gotta eat by any mean
I'ma rob and I'ma sell me some
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