Lyrics:
around the hood do the gangsta lean
'Cause we can fuck any time of day it's all good for me
Mami wanna get out on the weekend, do a little freakin'
Go
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
San-jaya, now who wanna try us
That four-five will spit
I'll slump you in the driver seat
And make you really ghost ride the whip
It's real talk, shade
here gone
Nothin done by bitches is neutral, they will love you then they will stoop low
When the time's get hard just so you know it doesn't matter if
layers like orange peels
Sacha Baron Cohen, Ferrell, where am I going with this?
Oh yeah, I bar at will
And when you throw the iron in it, I'm all that
up where they stay
I feel like cap cause ima legend will smith wit ah weapon
I want let ya get the best of me I wipe ya nose fa
I'm good in every
now
It can't stop me now,
Ohhh
I,
I'll get by
I,
I'll survive
When the world's crashin' down
When I fall and hit the ground
I will turn myself around
inside my head
Will I fall beneath the bed
Will like everything I do come back and bite me in the end
And will I make it by the pain and lies you say
still need you in my life
Problem
Children
Dressed in the prada
Kill them
If they mess with the shogun (Show, gun)
Will smith (We’ll smith)
To the head
to the T-O-P
Then I will be D-O-N with the E
I rock New Jersey and N.Y.C.
Whether it's at a club or a block party
To my man Capri, Starchild and Brucie Bee
They say what comes around go around
And when you least expect it shit be goin' down
For the dollar bill, people will do anything (Yes, they will
Got a foreign bitch with 2 last names
Like Jada Pinkett Smith (Like Jada Pinkett)
Yeah I got a glock; Not no smith (Smith)
I'm in LA like Will Smith
was freakin' out, so excited for our first date
Now I'm freakin' out because I didn't want us to end
Cuz it's so sad to realize, each time I'll shut my
Verse Four: Too $hort
I'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funky
Again and again, they say when will it end?
Maybe never, cause I can still spit it
But I
again, Arnold (But it worked, Dad!)
You're stretching the truth again and you know it
Don't be a Fibbing Fran, Arnold (Joseph Smith?)
Because a lie is
Wizard Prince Paul
The Human Mix Machine
On the microphone I'm the Ebony Chief Daddy-O
And it goes a little somethin like this
[ *Wise starts beatboxing*
There's a party sign and it's right on time, right on time
We were leaded by the Woo to the place where they will do the underwater
Boogie and not get wet
y'all, let's rock
Ni**as wasn't rocking with me when I needed help (naw)
Now a ni**a shining, I done did it by myself (my damn self)
I done earned my
chauffer
Who woulda knew
Man I used to get whipped by the Smiths and the Wilsons
Now I'm in the whip with the Smiths eating Wilsons
You would probably think
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello
The freakin' who's speakin' freaks it every weekend
'Cause I'll be trick or treatin' I used to drive
surrounded by an enemy force
Some of us gonna die, 피할 수 없는 상황
여기서 내가 할 수 있는 것은 단 하나
Kill cll the Foes ct one freakin' Time
"KcFcT" for short
Imma make it
problems
Finishin' albums, freakin' and stylin'
Teachin' and smilin'
Learnin' and counting'
Bleed, uh
Mass shootings, when will they stop it?
Hmm,
The bitch get like David Copperfield
When she pop a pill
Wanna do it in the high heels
On top of a high hill
Cause my nigga ain't tryin to run up then I will
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