Lyrics:
piping on the cheesecake seats
I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots
With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops
[Paul Cain]
I'm
just needs
He's my boyfriend
So why am I filled with unease?
It's 2017 and I live like a queen
And I've followed damn near every
One of my dreams
I'm
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Help Me
You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
naked papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
The commander-in-chief just flew by
Did he stop? No, he had a couple seats
Just proved jet blue he's not
Jet blew by the spot
What if he ran out of jet fuel and just
damn sure might cost ya
Jumped off in that water
I had no option feel like Aquaman
Get it by the bundle
You cant even call to cop a 10
All that pocket
that'll make ya say (damn)
Every time I make a jam, make ya want to say (damn)
E-swift test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot
Show 'em what
have his damn hand in it
Listen, straight from Shibuya, on some Zen
I'm on ten, it's a marathon and look, we comin' for the win
Just like Puff told
Boy Anthem
Puna boy anthem
I pour to this, yea, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
From the spot where the hustlers
And all of the bangers be
If
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
Snoop Dogg]
They call the D-O-dub
Why you really trippin' cuz
21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin' cuz
We from a different street, all got that
Yeah, ladies and gentleman
Broadcasting live to you and yours
It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bouncin', come on
The first day of the rest
Yeah, ladies and gentleman
Broadcasting live to you and yours
It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bouncin', come on
The first day of the rest
and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
s and ones, 20s and ones
Bossed up, cost what? Throw it for fun
20s and ones, 20s and ones
Flossed up, sauced up, we going dumb
Ay
He a ten, but he know he
a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits
If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it
Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood
fair for the price
So don't be rude, that's how you're gonna be viewed
If you can't afford 20 percent, then order less food
From the moment you arrive
spot the drop, man, it gotta be the shoes
The fast lane is where a nigga live e'er night
Look for the grain stay away from the red light
Them old
I'm in my twenties with this flame that's a matchbox
And It's the same if you ask Rak
Cuz where I'm at I got the frame by a glass box
These doobies
my seed of living ideas
Last two letters flipped from the BEAST Coast
Could've been swallowed alive by the 359
Luckily found my roots in myself
All I
your family will die for twenty grand
Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a Cuban
You damn right I know they mad, 'cause half of em' losing
I slip
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
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