Lyrics:
cheap champagne
I'm a 90's truck he's a limousine
I'm a backroad drive on an ol two lane
He's a fancy place where they park valet
I hope she ain't sorry
well and fast, and cheap
You almost always have to choose two out of three
And ladies, it seems like the man of your dreams
Has good resources, good
[Chorus: x2]
She got some micros, she got a weave wrap
She got it locked up I can smell the beeswax
Now let me pull ya hair(pull ya hair) 3X
[Verse
the rest was my legacy.
I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,
To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.
I own a castle and a yacht, two
on what's next, be next
Bet you by the dollar
Make you holler, where them Benji's at
Come on out your pocket
Don't be stoppin'
What can happen,
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But
[2Pac]
Oh shit, caught that nigga alone
Ain't that a bitch
Hey, uh, this one here is, uhh
For them niggaz that be Johnny Dangerous when they be
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
[Sage Francis]
I am..
More than two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricks
To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks
put you in the right mind
Light shines on my spirit, you just getting side lined
NO 2 your album, something like a nitrite
Man I'm far too smart to go
contacted by an A and R
He sold me a dream and said that he would make me a star
Oh how naive I can be so let's see
Want to know why the album taking so long
uptown shit
Ballin' one them bitches
Shock callin' on them bitches
Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches
[Chorus]
[Trick Daddy]
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
of power over
Two hundred-fifty-thousand albums
Sold worldwide and this ain't even half
The potential I possess
Invest while I reflect
Look me in the eye
the album "Vegetarians of Love"
*Written by Bob Geldof/Pete Briquette
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
big
Trick - you nigga's ain't shit - pissed, tsk, tsk.
[Chorus: x2]
I does it, I - I does it (does it)
And I'm a make this look like nothin' (nothin')
and we all live by the code
Shots fired but this ain't no time to pose
I got two bad bitches with me and they really down to touch the road
I been floating
stacking right on me
The lies on me
Defied by me
The lines y'all see, are defined by me
Can't see the vision, y'all blind, I see
I can, take so much, that is
chicks… the night is that the trick… i dont care in my bed i just kept the same… at least i did that… the last 6 years…
(D / G / Bm / A) x2 (D / Bm / G /
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
recording started, this song was among those that were veterans by that time, and, in fact, we even recorded a rough demo for 'Complain'. One of the notable
strong like we WWE
Got to work smart cause they'll
Trick you like a treat
Got to tax large cause you know I like it cheap
I got two for the four, I got
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
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