Lyrics:
to stay
Whoop whoop just slide a little whoop whoop just ride a little
Whoop whoop baby baby get down little in the middle
Surrounded by a big round
Hahahaha, wow (oh I, oh I)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis, I'm with the shit like I'm dennis, I-
Doo-doo-doo-adooba
You know
Look, where I go from here?
Just lost my father last year
But I still, remain to keep it real like dollar bills
I drop tears, can't believe my
nigga I just be chasing commas
She a keeper if I fuck her without a condom
Player for Himalayas to the Bahamas
Working with a monster
Could be your
to her face
She cries at the little things
Just like daddy showed her
Broken up her parents for good
Now down the isle no one will walk by her
Cry baby,
suppose to be, don't be a punk ass bitch, just get open with me
[Too Short talking:]
Cause I'm a real player. A-yo Pimp see I don't think they feel us.
Back in this bitch and I'm barely faded
If I didn't say it, I didn't care to say it
Back with the werewolves, better be careful
I'm just keeping it
when I'm shot down
Just call my homie Theo on the radio
And let him know his little homie Quiksta had to go
Because "Gangsta, Gangsta," that's what
McDonald's
Everything you want
I the give to you
Just for nor more mek you love me
Ah de appeal for you
Baby girl you my everything
Come on
Dem a cry the way
floods your Dungarees
And that's just the half of my warpath
Laugh now, cry later, I rhyme greater
Than the average player hater and spectators
Buy my
you ain't paying a bill
Real thick bitch eat my oatmeal
He love the way you talk they eat up the lingo
Type bitch I walk by they say bingo
Ion wanna
two front teeth
uncle Eazy be the ????
just spread me a leaf
little kids don't cry
when you find out the Santa Claus is just a fuckin' lye.
[Eazy-E]
Eazy be the ????
Just spread me a leaf
Little kids don't cry
When you find out the Santa Claus is just a fuckin' lye.
On the third day
Thoughts against I, blasphemy, it's like a vice crime
I roll 'em thick and I ignite mines
I don't even get high, I just get equally back in my right mind
will hear our fainted cry
He will answer by and by
Oh well, when you feel a little prayer wheel turning
And you will know a little fire is burnin'
Ever since you came back around the way
I ain't tryin to be a player
So many things that I want to say
You know I got a little wiser
I don't
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
in little Italy playing bingo and bocci
Chilling wit some guidos eating pasta potato gnocchi
Far cry from them ramen noodles Doritos and takis what
list
So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
In a dirty bitch, waitin' to trick me, not
caled me BINGO
Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle
Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled
And I stay with more BULLETS than yo'
of the year
Stare so right, and the visual probably better
But I came over just to make things clear
No disrespect, girl, we both so grown
Just want you by my
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
time I ain't playing
Just watching from the sidelines
While you play your little game
Of players roulette
Oh, I'm done with this game
Roulette's getting
baby, why baby, why
You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry
Well, I don't know, but I've heard say
Ev'ry little dog is gonna have his day
You'd
Discuss these cry just a little by bingo players Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In