Lyrics:
"Oh I know I'm drunk now
Ladies and gentleman, I for-
I forgot my favorite man sitting over there
His name is"
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
with my infrared
You in danger, Mr. Gangbanger
It ain't cool to take nappy from a stranger
Wit'cha drive-by's it took time to catch ya
But now I
Strictly mobb, strictly mobb
I might be rich and I rap, but shit
A hundred dollars worth of food stamps for $45 dollars
Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite
at the game runnin' game at the A.U.C
Then later on we'd be bonin'
Fat cats, I'm ready to tap that, so back that
No wonder why you wakin' up up swollen
her man name was Pimp Daddy Hustler Stack Money
A big time drug dealer from around the way
Slingin' rocks, makin' G's everyday
He drove a big fat
Whoa
All this money comin' fast, I can't find nowhere to stash it
Lil' mama ass fat, huh, I can't wait to smash it
Chokers on my neck boy, yeah
Racks came in and they too fat (Lizzo)
Racks came in and they too large
I had to pick it up, too far
I rock Channel for the Double C (Double C)
I keep
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
baby
Lil' baby, oh-ohh, lil' baby
Get out my car lonely
Take care the bar cover
Shawty got an ass so fat she got a scarf over it
I got them rocks
pretend to be gangsta (Lil' bitch)
Imagine every hood, you gon' make it up, ain't you?
He done made up dead homies, man this nigga a prankster
I got
a lil
Babygirl rock the boat
Rock the middle
Twerk a lil
Throw it back like you paid
Yea she know I love that waist
Heart shaped wit a candy face
Want her
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(A-dubba-dubba-dah!)
[Coolio]
We live in a society created by an empire
that`s based
Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, and two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it low,
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
A nobody and quietly grew into "Dee Wit the Gas"
At first I lacked hustle as told by my dad
But I seen that lil money and start learning fast
Dis Dat Phat
Look at that body on mommy
She probably stand right beside me
And I tsunami lil' mommy
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
just gotta give it time
Lil' dog, don't be foolish, I be tryin' to press rewind
For the times I lost grams and the times I almost died
Rip bro, free
Edge I make her sing a lot
Mr. Fantastic I'm with a thing a lot
4 on my hip, with a dime on my arm
Like 3rd times a charm yeah
Like a fat dude on a diet
Mr. 305, AKA
Mr. Snort Yay, Spit Rocks, Made in Dade
I owe my future to last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun-shine state where they shoot
life, put a lil fangs on ice
Would u rather be broke, sit yo ass on a porch
I just might nut I'm yo head, u can tell by the clean
I just might pull out
Yeah, get busy entertainment, youuu dig, uh-huh, uh-huh
Man I love the way lil' baby pour my drink, she my lil' rock star
I got 30 in these jeans
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