Lyrics:
your girl to my show, give her floor seats
Then she go downtown like she owe me
Xo, XO, XO
Mix it up, pour it up, take it down slow
This is my sound,
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
the green that got me going like propane
Mix it with them one uppers that shit that give me life
A couple green but the red ones seem to speed me by
And I
saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and you're so fine
Young tender, would
stankin'
He ran up on me
Boy, I ain't playin', I'm gone off bars
Of Xans, I mix with lean, that maple lean
(Ha, ha, grr) i'm watchin' cars, I got my
Rod, I'm
of Popeye's eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
Why wouldn't I be? Look at shorty
Damn! Mami good down
and fight boy
Me Im Millie six
Stacking up Ms till it's sixty bricks.
6 bitches fighting for this dick
Unlike these niggas who try and clitbait
I can dog
some time
Three grams in the wood
I can smoke it by myself
Speedin' in a fuckin' Bimmer
Boy your ass gon' get left
I got thirty-three rounds
So I do not
Tell me how you feel bout this wave like the ocean
Tell me how you feel when I cause this commotion
Mix up my cup put in drive and devotion
Don't
home
Ornament is good coz I don't like chrome
That's rippin'
That's rippin'
Chillin' never illin' in the place to be
Down with MIX
Form guerilla hands to pick me up by eight
It was a sweet night, the weed gates don't stay open late
Check my bank roll, remove the tints
? is pet charm,
the flavor
Ladies they love to cater since eighty I've been a player (Yes)
Listen up home boy I am the mayor (Yes)
It's me Mac J and my tool I call the sprayer
inside of the dirt boy
Put you in ya place like a stapler
I usually stay out the mix, get my paper up
My lyrics do damage yours just do paper cuts
Tango
Never pay
Pimp hoes for the pussy
That's the 'Merican way
Clean up ya dirty money to good money
Cause legal money last longer than drug
rings
Yeah she want the teeth, cold teeth on her seat
Heard ya want the clothes, well ya blow I'm a bling ya
Extra boy ya broke, bitch pouring up her lean
Pour me a cup of that yessirski
Ay
Here we go
Here we, hold up, ay, ay, yeah, yeah
First strap I ever held was from a old head (First strap)
Mix
mind, us getting physical
Blow me up on cellie, bloop bloop, bi-coastal
Show up unexpected, double take, bifocal
Blinded by bling, fake perspective
Shinin
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
I am Adolfo Pirelli
Da king of da barbers, da barber of kings
E buon giorno, good day
I blow you a kiss!
And I, da so-famous Pirelli
I wish-a
can’t get enough
And they all get alarmed when we summon
Already know that we wake the whole city up
If them boys get behind me then I’m running
confetti
Off guard caught they didn't even think that I had it in me
Do dirty by my lonesome cuz most can't stand up as a co d so pretend you don't know me
business
These days I just practice all the good from all religion
So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim
So get up off my YKK
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