Lyrics:
[Mr. Lil One]*Talkin*
Yo this is what we fin to do
[Chorus: Mad One (Mr. Lil One)]
Let's ride ride, slip and slide
(From my side to your side)
eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool
far from perfect yo I'm ready for war
Tell my seed I'm watching
So please stay out of trouble
Dream big and don't forget to tell your momma you love her
I, leap over lies in a single bound (Who are you?)
The Black Prophet
One day I got struck by Knowledge of Self
It gave me super-scientifical powers
on crack, I've seen a mother beat up by her daughter[03:24.41]And some honest to God truth y'all, very long my great-great-grandfather was murdered over
F/ Mr. Hyde
[Mr. Hyde]
Watch me ignite this shit, like a fiend's pipe hit
Yo I do this for thugs leavin the righteous split
Niggaz turn
Tinted with them choppers though
We spin yo block my Mr softee
Spot you like a domino
Simon say he want you dead
I say that you got to go
So we gone drop
just pissed
You shoot like you got permission to miss
You wouldn't clap nickels by a fountain
With yo' bitch in a wish
I don't ballroom brawl
Fuck a kick
When crack hit I could never forget
In '92 Mr daly was hit by gun clips
You had to pump if you wanted some kicks
The best product on the block
It was
the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my self, you
in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my
cha
Run up that bag don't cha
I'm 1 hunned don't pass on him
Yo bitch want sum ass on ha huh
I'm in the trap by myself im a loner
Run up on me you
Major Kartel
What’s up Envi
1 Million 2 Million 3 Million
Look...
Reach A Million By December
Off This Family Hustle (Grinding)
cock will be
A party poppa
I dig a ho
Crack a dough
By the north pole
I'm havin' fuckin' in tha snow
I made him drop to his knees
Yeah you
pretty
New York nigga, roof of the city, I'm in the coupe looking pretty
I got work, I still move with the biggie
Playing ten crack amendments, it's
chased by the fat cat
The muthafucka tryin to run it in the hole
Ain't goin, a muthafucka betta hold that shit
We young niggaz don't hold that shit
If you
book!
here let me read you this one
Chrismas in Compton
it was a silent night, yes a holy night
until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin' right?
naked over here
Rated X, standin? naked behind yo' couch
S&S gear men, put the fruit in your lady's mouth
Pull the thong to the side, butt-licker, take
heartbreaker
And I stand by it can flying
Blowing at your head like a hair dryer
Eastside nigga
My whole hood full of Scarfaces
Guns in guitar cases, blood
Strap yourself spite of, PLR in
The piece, biggest lair, yo
Pimp slapped by the hand of god
The anthem of dismantlers
My mantra creeps inside your ears,
the struggle from Mr. Wallace to Mr. Shakur
That's why I stay influenced to "Kick in the Door"
Bring the White House dudes around the blacks that's poor
Momus :
In the sturgeon caviar
In the virgin Mr McPherson
In the rain the cloud
And in the cloud the rain
Green tea ice cream, wind dried duck
Did
booty wiggle, do a perfect split
She got the fattest ass, she got the perfect tits
I wanna get some head, come on work your lips
I'm high in the clouds
old kids, doin' drive-bys on Big Wheels
Or maybe you want to see it be more fatal
Like Kindergarten kids, tryin' to cook crack with Play-Doh
Now I
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