Lyrics:
girl, the dog is pokin'
Addicted to it, JD say I got it bad
Eighteen, nigga, makin' more than ya dad, see
They think they doin' it, but I'ma out do 'em
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
or two
But I won't miss it anyway
Because as long as the majority
Of shit gets fat
I'm cool to give myself a little slack
See I've been doin this too damn
what I'm doin' (ya know)
What about my bitch on my lap?
Ah
Now it's 5:15 and I'm thinking about niggas Playa Hamm
Mr. Shabby Bleu and Big Jam
nuts?
My balls are feeling a mighty big now
I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
It's sheer hustle, I bob, weave, deflate
and Chardonnay
My Cassie's sassy, so my penthouse's my balloon
We doin' it big, it's goin' down, nine-eleven
I'm doin' it big, pullin' up in a nine-eleven
I
amplified by blowin' purp
In the game they expose, your cons and your pros
No curtains, spit it if you laughin' or hurtin'
Speak (ey), your voice cannot be
Big racks in the bank
Bag it up
Big house by the lake
Add it up
Get it now I never wait
Bag it up
This is how you get paid
Bag it up
Bag it up
Bag it
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
overtime
Ladies in the night, doin' the hustle
Ladies in the night, flexin' their muscles
Ladies in the night, big city, big city girls
We worked out a deal
what we doin'
Buy some breezys and we kickin'
And Cap what you doin?
I'm just sittin here timin' like a Rolex watch
I figured by now y'all
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
Y'all ain't really doin nothin, y'all just fuckin around
You saved up yo chips, to buy you a whip
Music with the big rims, boy you a trip
If you knew
(Man this that real shit)
My pocket's feeling nasty
I'm feeling nasty
I'm doin dairy
I'm feeling darey
(Can't fuck wit it, Can't move wit it)
This
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
told you not to call me here!
This better be some good shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a big one, it's going down tonight
But it's gonna cost you two
Got my neck on coolio
Got a hustle by nature, couldn't get up in the studio
I'ma stack this paper, stack my paper
Big dooly truck
Got a hustle by
there
Bullets takin' naps off, cuttin' through your hair
Neck, wrist, ooh, seasick
Ridin' with them sticks in a big-body C6
Doin' lil' bitch, suckin'
she proper I'ma pop her, the ho hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts and a big fat chronic sack
So Daz, step up on the ass
she proper I'ma pop her, the ho hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts and a big fat chronic sack
So Daz, step up on the ass
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
you doin' I done done it
9 9 point 5 mil big deals keep it comin
Slugs hummin' chopper gunning catch the vapor from the laser
Infrared fled big bread
both took a toke
The cow got high and the boy got by
Just don't come in my face and ask me why
Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
Yeah it's that cheeba cheeba
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