Lyrics:
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
the kids I won't be home for a while
Tell Mom don't stress, it'll go by fast
Get my last piece of sex
Before they ship my ass
Process it, down state my
that'll make ya say (damn)
Every time I make a jam, make ya want to say (damn)
E-swift test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot
Show 'em what
mind
I said I doubt you
I doubt you even know how I let you
Much love to Def Jam, even though they undershipped me
Did me like Bobby did Whitney
Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale!
They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
and damage him
End up in a jam and my people gon have to sandwich him
Take him for his goods and all the money that he hid
Took his jam money bought peanut
stalking kids, man what a disgrace
SoundCloud rapper in the studio making beats
Working really hard to get my album so complete
Cha$e D'Amico on the mic,
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
now yeah
We goin' ruff ryde up on out of here on this one
East side up Eastsiders
Goldie loc in the house
[Lil' 1/2 dead]
Dj jam my n**** e
album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's
fro up C-----e don’t know of (*SNIFF)
I don’t ever wanna rude boy Marcelo
But if I do then the album Limoncello, Ah
No, no, no Hold Up man
No, no, no
live
Come play the game, our world is free
Do what you want but scream
We know a place where the nights are hot
It is a house of funk, females
you
Who say make you comot your house by 10pm
They don catch you
They don catch you
It's past your curfew
Who say make you comot your house by 10pm
They
Omo logo oh
Omo logo oh
Omo logo oh
What is this
What you mean by an Afro beast
What is this
(Eh eh eh)
What you mean by an Afro beast
(Eh eh eh eh)
didn't have to try
She brought a eye on my eye in a crowded club
I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge
She moved through the crowd in
that'll make ya say (damn)
Every time I make a jam, make ya want to say (damn)
E-swift test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot
Show 'em what
don lap
It's all facts
I need the money
Men you know i need cash
Know a nigga need some pussy
Know a nigga need ass
Man about to drop an album
Boy
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
Sittin' in from st. paul (we're the s-t-e-e-l-e-s) (l) (s)
Cutie pie on vocals (jam) (m)
And by way of queens (master t) (p) (l) (s)
Hey, u ain't supposed 2
1/2 Dead
DJ Jam, my nigga E, Davey Dave, misbehave
Give it to 'em Dogg
What up DMX? woof!
Master P?
Dr. Dre
My nephew Scott on the beat
Illy
The girl's possess by the basehead demon
Chorus
(mc lyte)
In elementary, lyte had the jordache look
Like me and any other kid who cared about books
But then
Colorado, half of mulatto
Said I was hollow till I bought her a Murado
Some call me Ma$e and some call me Doller
Some came to hate and some came to holler
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