Lyrics:
And I'm rolling with my man Biggie Smalls
Mary J. Blige and K-Ci from Jodeci
And we about to do something new
We about to
Check it, say what, say what?
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
as fast, triple flips
Makin crack, my achin back and crippled hips
The bag of green, the never endin gag machine
Booze and drugs, reviews and plugs, in
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
on the A get bun
Drills get done by me and the guys
Dbo tryna swing for backs
He can't swing for backs, so they stay inside
Scar man's face like Al Pacino
Yuh Eskeetit
Flippin' a brick in da whip with yo bitch
Keepin' a choppa in case you a snitch
Keep a old k wit' a drum an a dick
Cookin' da chicken
A money counter, just to help me count this green
On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Three attachments had a nigga weak
Hoping you could
album (what?)
Revival flopped, came back and I scared the crap out 'em
But Rolling Stone stars, I get two and a half outta
Five, and I'll laugh out
the green
I'm on the road
Real nigga move by the code
I like all my bitches mean
Won't never fold
I ain't the nigga who told
Spinnin' yo block I patrol
I'm
spend that shit
Invest it in some real estate
Put the money offshore
Sneak it out the back door
Meet me at the drugstore
Two albums dropped
Guess that was
And we gone do it twice
And we gone rock this shit
For the mother fucking 2k
So I want cha'll to go get that mother fuckin new album
The Calm Before
And I'm rolling with my man Biggie Smalls
Mary J. Blige and K-Ci from Jodeci
And we about to do something new
We about to
Check it, say what, say what?
ain't selling bean pies (yeah)
Just to get them green guys
Baby momas we hide (unh hun)
Catch them hoes by surprise
Froze with they mouth wide
Even
what
We got that fire
We got that good green grass
We got that fire
We got that good green grass
We got that fire
We got that good green grass
We got
dragon on a stretch pearl rug
No time to snooze, no time to lose
Bad yellow bitch by my feet changing my shoes
And my shoelaces, Burberry braces
Cut off
to albums yeah homie I’m with that
Relax, I’ll drop it soon homie just sit back
Facts, say less when you taking I ain’t trying to hear tha
Caz, maybe not now
to my hommie K.R.Y.T.I.C, I know that, umm, we go back like way back
What up man? It's your boy Peezy, ummm, I think K.R.Y.T.I.C is the most intelligent
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
The hours 10k the years preteen the level sensei u still a couple years between
Where we were and we at we not hurrying back
Open yo mind with every line this
Talking on em gram
And I would kill Nigga well just to have a dad
I go by milo hit a nigga in the back if that hoe is a pimp
Witness on that scene wanna see
bag, Thoda time you gon be gone
Saale do k crime karke tu sochen tu Al Capone
Tainu pata vi ni lagna aake thok geya kaun
Fer bandook mohre boli like you
a hold up) (jam)
Ain't nothin' funny (fall back)
Never put no smut up on my name (stop smilin')
Diego, K, what it do?
Long Beach Club, we all blue
Denn ich komm, nenn' mich Electro Rap
Grad mit Beton
Stop, wir teilen aus denn das Album bekommt
Den größten Respekt von der Straße
Komm wer will
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