Lyrics:
days they testify nigga ain't catch you wit nuthin' and he got 25,
Just 'cause he say he gon' ride don't mean he loyal dawg, its Cain and Abel again
chair again
Someone in there always knows a couple relatives
Crazy stories 'bout my uncle he was reckless
Used to follow Carlest she was big stepping
my best to get it dog and stay out he way
Long live derelle the real derelle Long live Big O the Real Big O that's why I'm In The studio putting
'til bad news showed up to sit me down
Like what the fuck you doin', you think it's been somethin' proven?
Pain is never seein' ya dog again
shit, can't play shit, damn sure can't make shit
And that's pretty much it, That's what he's about
Always tryin' to turn my smile upside-down
Never
in the village (ah)
There's a lotta pink skin in the village (say it again)
In the village, made of glass, oh your chin is
In the village, we smoke
thumbin
Yes she is mine and it's not for discussion
She look so curvy yeah my girl by stuntin
I get the woods with the cream yeah the Russian
I got some
Yeah
We in the championship
We was down 3-1
Yeah
(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)
Philly
Champions of the United States (Oh lord)
Got a tale about a man
A man without a name
His baron reach was far
In a dessert terrain
He had a little side hobby
Ran it by the books
He didn't run
I guess it's somethin' in my brain
I need whiskey to ease the pain
But it's early in the mornin'
And I'm feelin' bad again
But if you ever
of June
And it's country music in the park
And everybody's ruined
It's fountains full of dogs and kids
And it's freaky apple pie
It's the ones just
Dawg
So when you see me call me sir and you never need a reason be polite dog
Again that's why I'm on top
And again that's why I'm never ever gonna stop
slim bartender pour some more of the gin
Hustler 1 is in the spot so here we go again
See I came to the club with a 9 on me And you know my dogs gon
M's on M's I need those, ball like Oladipo
This yo only shot to take so I shoot it like a free throw
We gon' run it back, we do it again
Kei goin'
I'm a G like that, strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin' menace, usin' hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on and poppin'
All I see is
I'm a G like that, strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin' menace, usin' hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on and poppin'
All I see is
mosquitoes whizzing by your ear
I'm just out here hustling music dog I'm working
Selling CD's, please don't do me like Alton Sterling
Was I lucky? or God
found my dog All these tears I cried, they need me a boss
Had to learn a lesson, when I took a loss Seen a devil in a dress, I told her take it off
You
fuck up the block just by lacing their blunts
We was racin' the feds with the dope in the trunk
If they catch us, you know we can't go out like hoes
He
bullseye
(yeah) , keep a third eye (yeah)
Crippin' so damn slow
You would've thought it was drive by (Ayy)
Runnin' with the sack make
You the main target
dancing over there
Over there
Say it again, you say it again, you say it again my friend
You love alcohol, love alcohol, love alcohol
When the weight
get up in it construction no limit
Pin it like a cat in a dog fight
We gone get it on tonight
For all y'all who put up the wall to stall
But didn't
[Announcer]
And the award goes to...
The pretty boy himself
Mase
Let's hear it for Mase
And Harlem World
Harlem World
Where is he?
Is he
I just want the neck
My Muva
He gotta dog like a pet
The shit that I'm worth you won't see I don't be on the net
They diss but it isn't direct
She ask
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