Lyrics:
gotta turn these Boys II Men
Naughty By Nature, cause by nature I'm naughty
Fool, you better ask somebody
Yeah
Yo-Yo, 199-Trey
Givin' a knock-out
Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Hey Daz)
[Daz]
I heard of a lot of dope ass rappers and I'm down with 'em
In deed we all smoke weed and clowned with
And started to whistle
I swarmed in wit big fire arm to calm him
We gon win
Anybody test him i stretch em
Pulled em by the collar and hollered
Yo pull
down, say
Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar (rhythm)
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin',
down, say
Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar (rhythm)
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin',
to Gotti
Send a location lil' nigga get wit me
ARP when its time to get busy
Hang out the whip it's time to get busy
Load them sticks it's time to get busy
attendance
Yup, big (Gotti)
Callin' all the rangers to the front (step for me, stretch sum'n)
Now, get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)
I'm always
with the hotties
I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi
Yo lady Gotti
Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill
Yet make me feel like others can't with
and jumping
I die by this shit
I ain't fearing no man
Put a stick in the air
It just got up to somethin
To these bitches I'm groovy
I treat yo hoe like
to get a new
Identity with y’all he’s a homo please
Don’t be fooled but anyway
We see the faggot nigga down at the W
My man Five Finger knows that nigga
He
on the dick
Stand up on yo toes
Slowly rub yo tits
Slightly bite yo lip
Slow it down a bit
By now he fighting back
He bout to let it rip
Jump off catch it with
now, shawty
Down, shawty
Show me your body, shawty
Go shawty, now shawty
You want it, gotti gotti
Now shawty, down shawty
Show me your body, shawty
Go
up in prison
I aint do it now you mad cause the verdict not guilty nigga kill me
Get out yo feelings Ima up until its season
Press 1 cause I'm
vultures
Swoop down and scrape your plates
Bound from state to state
You needa lock your gates
Rep the QBC
Gotti, Money no, hit them with the body blow
Rep
on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first
Yo they get smoked up fuckin
With these gangsta rappers
(These niggas ain't rappers P
They fuckin actors)
Might get locked up fuckin
With you crazy
bottles comin' out, warriors come out and play, aye
Just know I'm grade A, get a slice of bread
Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead
Okay,
to help a gangsta' get by
Shawty know I like head, she ain't trippin' at all
She go down on a nigga' and she a-swallow it all
Me and her done it all,
gettin' dough, just like Lucky Luciano
People always tell me, yo you're dope Joe
But I'm not a car, so I don't get gassed like Amoco
Never ate the paint,
these moves like a champ im a winner
Droppin da pack on yo block I'm a spinna
Up in da dojo call me master splinter
Arigato
Da coupe or da limo to get
deal wit me (wit me)
Cashville, Tenn-A-Key, I brought a mill wit me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Don't get this shit confused (fused) we was neva
deal wit me (wit me)
Cashville, Tenn-A-Key, I brought a mill wit me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Don't get this shit confused (fused) we was neva
deal wit me (wit me)
Cashville, Tenn-A-Key, I brought a mill wit me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Don't get this shit confused (fused) we was neva
cousin get smoked
F&N bullets fly, get on the floor (brrt)
Shop by myself and I never got robbed
If she a baddie, I'm goin' in raw
Fuckin' these
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