Lyrics:
can't fake the funk cuz we can tell by the smell
Tryna force somethin' ya not, we can tell yeen well
Yeen ready for this wave, we can tell by the sail
Put 60,000 on my mama ring and it ain't even come out of Tiffany's
I can tell you how to get the money but you just gotta listen to me
Ah-ah-ah,
I'mma tell you what a G told me
Cash rules everything around me
Gotta get that dough 'til there ain't no more
Gotta stack that dough 'til
Ya bank
Snoop D-O-dub
You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up
All star shoes with the G apparel
If I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams
Snoop D-O-dub
You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up
All star shoes with the G apparel
If I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams
the last thing that I do
I gotta getcha, I gotta getcha
And it don't matter if that's ya bitch wit? ya
He's my man in 2 so let's switch up
And we be lookin'
Unless choose til be ya darkness, til they turn to light
A real solider gotta fight It's da way of life
And learn lessons from da code deep up and ya soul
a product of faith
I mean did I mention that we're saved by grace
That means God's Riches At Christ Expense
So we can be washed and saved from sins
I was
Adam, I gotta go the other
Levels and meet God so farewell 'till our next meeting
And I better call Eve he said to squeeze them tities
On the second
tell 'em what it is? Will I tell 'em what it is?)
All of our music (Gotta tell 'em what it is, better tell 'em what it is, let me tell 'em what it is
I
wanna fuck me
So I just go with the flow, don't kiss and tell that's the code
Let her suck it, then I fuck her off the bed to the floor
Then I whisper in
according to what you believe
There was only Cain, Abel, Adam, and Eve
On the whole planet, now use your intellect
And tell me, what did Cain and Abel do
It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice now
My loves the bomb
Girl ya gotta put me on
My loves the bomb
Girl ya gotta put me on
My loves
[Silkk the Shocker]
Ya boy Shocker in the building
Heads Remain Anonymous
He Ain't Gotta Be Obvious
Ladies, if y'all thirsty, drinks on me
And you
itchin' for a body
Drop a nigga, get blessed
Don't pull up with no handguns
Less you sendin' ya best
And you ain't joinin' Choppa Gang
Less you passin'
Ain't nobody gonna tell ya how to get rich, nigga
Ain't nobody gonna tell ya how to get rich, nigga
Gotta learn it on your own, how to get rich,
to tell ya that I'm really feelin your style
Saw ya walkin by and couldnt letcha pass
Gotta tell ya that I'm eally feelin your smile
But even better is
ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
One by two by two by ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
I tell ya one by two by
Yea
I tell ya one by two by
"Adams" apple do all the gobble'n
An you ain't gotta lie to kick it and let's be honest
Five foot eight with a lil man complex
How my dick taste, if you
spot and cry
Basic girl but ya don't like basic foods
Must suck to be basic and a fat chick
Basically sucks to be you
Humpback whales don't need
this on yourself this is the end of the road
Ain't shit you can say you just gotta take it
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ya kinda had that coming
Spinning Flava, Crash Bandicoot (Drip)
Spinning Flava, Crash Bandicoot (Splash)
Like i ate the forbidden fruit (Adam)
Organic Shit, no Substitute (ASauce)
true wanna be down
Guess how many flows you gotta spit?
Like toilet paper
I'ma put you through a lotta quit
K-Rino getting murked by your kinda flow
You
to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas
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