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and everyone of his boys involved
Nobody ain't gonna be avoiding blows
When I let off, I'll lick P Money's head off
I'm a serial killer, he's Kellogg's
I'll put
trapping by the store
Ducking cops oh lord
Done sipping that henny I think I need more
Bad bitch in a lambo
Iced out rocking kenzo
Bape shit with the camo
would not, no reward
Class by myself but I am not no schoolboy
I'm not a momma's boy but I am my momma's boy
For her, I would gladly go nuts, that's my
him Tyler O-Comma
I'm tryna ball like I was Domo Okonma but oh nada
Probably [?] boy I'm just rhyming
They saying bow, suck my genitals
Album cover
Am a good boy with a very bad thoughts
Naughty by nature yes wired by choice
Fuck all I need is you
I need you to kiss me am magically delicious
Am
P31[00:31.78]But babygirl you really live it[00:33.24]Being honest I gotta admit it[00:35.01]Whatchu wanna do baby I'm with it[00:36.70]And your finger it needed
fact
Bad Lucc was my favorite about the group
Then?Problem? took off
Another Compton native
We both Compton niggas
But Compton still ain't made it
By
the smoke clears
Rhyme sayer, and I'm here to lay a load
So watch a player when he's playin in player mode
Uncle L's bad, and you're soon to say
bitch out, have her fucking boys
Beast
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck
I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches,
them of Mase, Wait
I'm a bad boy
Get trash bags full of cash boy
I'm in a Vanquish, not a Jag boy
Why you mad boy, cause you catch cabs boy
N' you
them of Mase, wait
I'm a bad boy
Get trash bags full of cash boy
I'm in a Vanquish, not a Jag boy
Why you mad boy, cause you catch cabs boy
N' you
get up and do you
It's only me and only me
Money on my mind
I'm getting P
On my life
I guarantee
You know we Shyne
Free T
I'm a Bad boy wid it like
Bad mother, shut your mouth
Even though I might die if
I flood the drought
I'm Justin, you're just around
Shed light on the underground
Look, but
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
the ghetto P
Then you better be a rapper
Osha mo
Don't see me outta the road
And get it misunderstood
Get it misunderstood
Watch how you talking boy
Don't be
we could jump 'em and check em, by sprayin' techs at these fools
Make it to trial, you don't win, indirectly you lose
You bad, makin' that move, your
a stool
I'm a real bad man but I still look cool
White gold chain and an iced out jewel
But they couldn't jack me because
I'm not Ja Rule
Nah rude boy (Yo)
(Chorus)6x
Where them boys at?
(Where they at)
Where them girls at?
(There they go)
(Master P)
Call bugs on the phone
Whodi meet me by the dome
the dope man phone number
Roll anything I can throw some 24's under
Nigga talk bad 'bout the man
But I shole wonder
Why the dope boys fuck with 'em
brilliance
It's a new bad boy on the rise
Who feelin' it
New true skill in it
Y'all the roots still in it
Ready plus willin' it's all the true killer shit
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
the
Yeah - Tung Twista
Oooooweee
Haa-haa
Boy, if that ain't bad, my name ain't Lewis Tyrone Chillinfoot, baby
Haa-haa
But we finna get the Boogieman ??
Go
Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album, I don't give a damn how many he put
out
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