Lyrics:
posh
We blow the bag, get the cake on the regular
Left the dealer, we throwin' by three thousand
Send her the pic of my new bitch, she jealous
I here
niggas hear their final tick
but that don't mean my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when trees by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's
niggas hear their final tick
but that don't mean my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when trees by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's
on Blueprint
What we did on P's and
Q's remix was the Blueprint
2000 & Life, stupid no Calpol, too sick
In a city where the
Skinny niggers bury niggers
Virgins,
stay faded and stoned
Cause when I leave the house I never know if I'm comin home
Bullets got no name it's the dirty game
Wannabe thugs drive by for some
Harm me with harmony
Dave drop a load on 'em
OPP, how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have why'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
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Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by the smell
I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air
Party
start cuddling me
They see me overseas, doublin' P, like BWP
Two black boys in a Tesla
That ain't suttin' you see
Man used to get bus W3 white Hart lane
Mattress on the floor it ain't have no sheets
Roaches on the floor walking by my feet
Copped 4 zips before I copped the P walking on 2 feet before I had v
to the g-zame,
Never front on muthafuckin candy in the dope game
And never go to the fedz on ya folks
Cause punks get fucked with the soap
Chorus iii:
Mo b. dick:
playing with Pride
Loyalty i've been a Kea since five
Integrity, Brothers that stay by your side
Got principles, morals that we all abide
Respect one
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
and kidnaps
Flying OT, G's, packs and scores
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior
A nigga try and reach
Imma turn him to a corpse
S T, S-N, R-M, we are
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
Act like you forgot about it, let some months go by
Let everything just simmer down
And just when them niggas think you let that shit go
Slide
Game, Pop-Pop � three in ya brain
[Necro]
I get impatient like a long bid - get so vexed I hit the wrong kid
Shit gets awkward, like I'm
pockets fatter
So bring your peace banner and stop showing envy bro
Slow down is simple gotta make that dough can i get a hoo
Estribillo:
R E S P E C
.45 by my gut
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas know what's up
So muthafuck
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
niggas harder than Cato
Nigga turnin the tables, but niggas livin like potatoes
Get chopped up in game, niggas runnin my name
Master P up in chain, is he
can see her truth, when im starin inna' eyes
Runnin' this game, finna score fo' the shotclock
Euro ha friend, that lih h** trynna cock block
I fire me
like three splifs off of a New York Knick
Don't like them fake niggas around me, so them two doors hit
I had to charge it to the game, so how did you all
Where we at?
Boldy James, real name James Clay Jones III (Mr. Jackson)
Was involved in a two-car accident (227)
That happened in the Detroit
yo kid man, stop the music
rollin through my, rollin through my hood
this what I see when I'm rollin through my hood
2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6
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