Lyrics:
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
of me
B**** don't wanna holla b**** I'm 'bout a dolla
I done came so sick now I'ma problem (problem child)
Can't get no features on my album n
We love that rap shit" they said, "Common
The album BE's a classic"
They gave me 5 Mics and 5 stars
I come do live bars
And understand why I'm live,
So long
I'm waving bye bye bye (Bye bye)
Bout to turn five times five, aye aye (Aye aye)
Cap'n Davey sliding by with the vibes, I'm high (High)
Hi
taking his life's not a problem
I've been robbin' niggas and pullin' triggas way before my album
Drowning my sorrows with bottles of Moe
Anybody can go,
know my name (B.o.B)
And everywhere I go people wanna hear me sang
Oh yea and I just dropped my new album
On the first week I did five hundred
and round house him
duck tape his mouth dead put a pound to his gut and force him to play five cuts of the upin comin album
jus the way i planned it niggers
we started talk-n, then start get-n a lil tension
We got in the car, next thing you know, we start-n kiss-n
We looked at uh Star, then we started
did your other five
Put the gun aside, my nigga, you ain't the one to shoot
Big guns, nigga, you got locked for a 22
Pussy gotta keep a gun on his
V-Villa
[T3]
They say a nigga fell off when my nigga [Dilla] exited
3 albums later I kill 'em gotta represent
2 albums back [Baatin] had left
Kinda threw
holdin' the fo'-five
You know who I am bitch, I'm Mr. Westside
This West West or nothin' - get your pistols, get your flag
Gangstas we love to sag, we
holding the fo'-five
You know who I am bitch, I'm Mr. Westside
(This West West or nothin' - get your pistols, get your flag)
(Gangstas we love to sag, we
Run up in his room and leave a n***a on the first
Another child gone his momma found him on the curb
You came into this game gotta be ready for
and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3rd album, is you surprised?
Worth my investment ask .. ask atlantic records do I let shit slide ring tone numbas 1.5 .
cars big stars like it's rock and roll
Let's rock and roll
Dip-set, this is Jim Jones man capo status
Santana Killa, the don the album coming March
probably
Reflecting yo credit score
(So tell me what do they want)
They want a five star
Leader of the new
But who swag Bad like his name Michael
(Tell me
Gotta stay low so they don't have a clue
Last boy got a 3.5 had a smile on his face
And he said thank you
But I seen him on Friday night
And he runs
Cos
test for Allah
everythang you write I'ma erase yo bar
if you ridin' tonight you better hop out yo car
cause the moon tonight is traced in 5-star
I feel
RELENTLESS!
Album done, so now It’s a Wrap!
Another genre that takes me back
Bear with my accent, I have no choice
Wish I could sound like Melle Mel,
and knickers
Ask Reeky baby that's my nigga
What you really want from me
Stars don't do beer only Hennessy
Five bars bitches in my Mercedes
And loving it star
C'est l'heure, levez vos verres, click, boum
Le torchon brûle, je n'écoute pas vos sons d'pute
Je suis corrompu, j't'ai enculé et j'ai constaté que
l'heure, levez vos verres, clic, boum
Le torchon brûle
Je n'écoute pas vos sons d'pute
Je suis corrompu
J't'ai enculé et j'ai constaté
Que ton colon pue ils
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
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