Lyrics:
don’t think that Ima clock in
Dropped a whole ‘nother album
I’m make it to the top yeah
With the way these rappers look at me
I think I’m becoming
sung
Album number 2
Be on the way, East L.A
Straight to Brooklyn
SoHo, SoCals, what we aim
I don’t work to live
I live to work on all my own terms
After
frat boy life, get high in the day take flight by night
Make a 5th of ever clear disappear in one night make a bitch bend over then I fly her kite
All
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
honest
No Diddy
First of all, can we talk 'bout the shit that they say on the way
fuck that album, fuck that single, burn that hard drive, say it to your
of the "Oh, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in
One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she
think.
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.
We're just knocked
Didn't lose my soul I gave it up by choice
Now you all can hear the devil in my voice
So seductive i make j cole's girl moist
Now getting girls at my shows
tell it's a drug the way the streets paying
I got the cheapest quarter pieces and you can tell I'm a dboy by my sneakers C.O.C
Chorus
Motherfuckers
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
on Venus
He sipping green so he is not leaning
I'm with the plug & we eating linguine
I just got a text she like Holly come see me
I make the work disappear
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
to drive women crazy with my tongue
[ rest] (Now, that's fresh...)
[ J.D.L. ] Yeah - well, I get wild
[ rest ] (What makes you say that, L?)
[
The way I play the game you
Think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout
Stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My
up Kenobe what up Joka what up PD Visions
Aye through a camera lens aye you help em see the visions
The things I put to the side to make this album
to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus: x 2]
Run
tosrof wala lira
B2addo 2iyyemon 3al bira
T2adde layele sakkira
Adde layele sakkira
Hayde hiyye osseta la mira
Hayde hiyye osseta l shahira
Kell ma shoufa
screams and cheers
Front row T-Shirt, L, we here
I bought every album, too many to count 'em
Watch your movies, your the only good thing about 'em
Todd
it's Grymey
Split ways with my past
I'm making amends
So everything that makes sense
I'm taking it in still playing
By the rules just making them bend
Fuego
Pour up a six now
I'll mix it with Faygo
Cartier glasses I still can't see shit
This water makes me seasick
All my doors suicide, open the wrong way
folding and shit
Know What I'm talking bout, like paper
Yeah!
[Chorus: Nas + Lil Jon]
[N] I know your type I know your kind ya
[L] Quick to back down
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