Lyrics:
caught up quick
They started cryin' on my shoes and grabbin' my dick
And sayin'
Why don't you give me a play
So we can break it down the Long Beach
and grabbin' my dick
And sayin'
Why don't you give me a play
So we can break it down the Long Beach way?
And if you give me that okay
I'll give you all my
to dull the pain
Images won't go away
They count the dead now why
Don't they just count me
(What's that sound?)
I was about to give the order when one
i don’t
I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck
I don’t i i
I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck
Listen up
Written by
Sean Johnson
It's Phleaux Johnson
Motherfucker, it's Phleaux Johnson
It's Phleaux Johnson
Motherfucker, it's Phleaux Johnson
Girl I might just light your pain
gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's
To the tick, tick, ya don't quit, hit it!
(That's right, right there, Rick)
Doug E. Fresh y'all, give him a round of applause, y'all
Doug E. Fresh!
Yeah,
Confide w/sly
You'll be the wiser
Young blood is the
Lovin' upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it
Like the kaiser
Give it away give it away
Give
don't tell her the deal
Black or white its so Cruella de Vil
This is dog 101, now give Cruella the steel
Blaw meth
There ain't nothing Beverly Hills
About
give her kids a better life
Than what she's got
And that's what keeps her getting by
Friday noon, parent teacher day
It's Johnson elementary
to rock it
I just keep flowing and flowing oh yeah now that's a faucet
I got deadly 32's just like I'm Magic Johnson
Yeah
There are hoes in the US, tons
Fuck it imma give em all some
I don't give a fuck, nilla
Imma feed em all drugs
She just wanna fuck, nilla
Imma get em drunk and let these bitches run
better run (You better run)
You better run (You better run)
You better run (You better run)
You better, you better, you better
Give it away give it away
fucking games!
But i'm just tired of the fact that others get away with it
So i'ma keep spraying and saying shit till the day its fixed
I don't even like,
could it be he's afraid of me
Just because I'm bigger barely
Maybe he's playing cat and mouse at Mrs. Johnson's house
Except I'm the mouse
Pepe why don't
on cheese grits biscuits and gravy
We say sir and ma'am and we don't give a damn
If you like it or not we gonna hold our spot
Give me crown and coke
don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle
the music industry man.
Ludacris and field mob,
Mouth to mic resuscitation.
Lets go.
can you handle it?
Eight away, bang in the back with the woofer
my lungs
Your bad for me
So bad
I’m not running away from your poison
Give me all I can take and I want it
In the back of my car I need it
Your
gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's
I know it's past visiting hours
But can I please give her these flowers?
The doctor don't wanna take procedures
He claim her heart can't take
move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want
Show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know
What's really
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
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