Lyrics:
I'm you motherfucking influence
Used to get hated by everybody, sneak dissin my music
If you talking bout "Quan Dogg ain't this", I might say something
on let me (What?) get it (Get it!) get it! (Get it!)
Mr. hit that ho!
The rapper I ain't gold you better hope that I can fit that ho! (Ha Ha!)
I said it
Better do you cause I damn sure does me
And what your buzz be is only because of me
The wifey, hus-by, never was me
I does me, trust me
I don't wanna
My name is Louis
We out here double L
E T ATK
You ardy' know what time it is
Its gettin real scary
It ain't just disrespect it's at ya neck
Smiles
(More than)
Let me keep it simple for you
I'm so used to chillin, I'm so used to playin it cool
I'm not used to feeling
Used to playing hearts with no
and thangs
Seems to me my motherfuckin' hood done changed
'Cause niggas used to kick it with the rival gangs
But now we gots to deal with them survival
moving through, staying out the way
I ain't round like I used to, going through some shit but I just tryna fight through
Niggas always saying it's beef but
a bird if it ain't have no feet
You got some nerve think you bothering me
Bitch I get bread by the damn loaf red on the Jays like a can coke
Aye I used
restrictions got lifted
Confessing her love to her man
Proud to be Mrs. Warren Luterman
Through sparring and hard times yo they got through it and bird's sung
to the ladies been mackin
I wrote a rhyme about 'Roxanne, Roxanne'
I used to bust it out when I went to a jam
My mother read the dirty rap
She said, "You ain't
in the gutter,unh, never judge yo book
By it's cover word to the motherfucka
I I didn't stutter but what if I lost it and
Came in the office
Barnes and Noble I be the best seller
I'm the North Carolina Bret Hart
Unlike Bret Hart, I ain't content to be the best ever
Yea I seen some people do it
kids, Martini, stress, a little head
'Cause my son ain't here and only God cures fears
Ain't no woman 'bout a dollar, 'cause what we need, we got it
Even
With Mr. Einstein's thory
So we must get down to earth at times
Relax relieve the tension
And no matter what the progress
Or what may yet be proved
to be popping what happened
I just showed up for the back end
My lyrics so raw that shit slapping
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N***a down there you
spirit, there's never no limit
Out of body experience, there's never no price
To what we could bring it, just call my name
I'll be on the way, you love
Guitar Intro
Mr. President, you don't know my name,
But you could find it if you really cared,
because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues,
All I ask
s, get busy (*drum roll*), aw
On the keys my man James, what you doin back there? (*piano plays*), aw yeah
So we about to do it a little somethin
ECM ain't nothin' to fuck with
ECM ain't nothin' to fuck with
ECM ain't nothin' to fuck with
Where your head be beat cha deadly
Think twice when you
with the tints
Think you want to step to the Lumberjack?
That's what you think, but you must be blunting cracks
Could you place your ass in a DJ
used to say baby you were the light in my darkness
But you turned on me now
Never thought you could be so heartless
You ain't playing no games
What you
pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills
And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields
[Hook: x 2]
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga
I'm Mr. Baller
What's you
dancer)
You can by my private dancer (You can by my private dancer)
(Now) you, you can by my, you can be my private
Used to, pressure, ridin', Mrs
ways for a man to prevail
But what's the exit for a young female?
Either you shippin or you go to school
Play dumb when you young and be a older fool
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