Lyrics:
Hell yeah
That was a motherfuckin' trip
The way y'all niggas had the whole world sayin' na, na, na, na
This here the Doggfather, rappin' on this
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
to know it
What everybody wanna see, yeah
This go out for 92.3
And 106
All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit
Makin' my shit sells katruple
Hell yeah
You know what we do here
Vinyl playing smooth hits
Moscowlmule in your hand
Sip
Hell yeah
Tropical fruits at my place
Couple bottles
Yo, yeah bitch
Aiyyo, motherfucker
Aiyyo, swallow it
Aiyyo we dazzle off this bloody version of 'Glaciers'
Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth,
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
Mama I told you
By now we gone get it right
Right?
You gone have to turn me up for this one
Aye
Ah yeah
Okay
Dot Wave
Decimal
Decimal
Down
on as the only light
Like a jack white stripe just right
On the radio, you're a movie or a video
On the radio, in the videos
Tryna play me on the low, you think I
And for the love of money, kind of funny, new friends
Public housing, a thousand in a tent (uh)
So I'm forced to sell hell just to pay the rent (yeah
And for the love of money, kind of funny, new friends
Public housing, a thousand in a tent (uh)
So I'm forced to sell hell just to pay the rent (yeah
go by Low if you fuckers didn't know
I make it dope like don't record at home
At my empty home
Not even tryna get on radio
Wouldn't be in shock if they
This is a world, world, world, world world world
Premier, premier, premier, premier
[Erick Sermon]
Yo, yeah, Def Squad baby, what?
2002, yeah
[Phone ringing]
Scott: Yo Kris. I really knocked the boots on those two big butt
females last night.
Kris: Jeeez!
Scott: Yeah man.
enough would ever say racism ended
I get winded by the weight of it all
'Cause everybody talkin' shit but don't know nothin' at all
Yeah, I thought I
beat
Call yo friends around, then call the police!
Im ridin' wit my flow, it take up four seats
So I'm gon ghost ride, but with no sheets
One man by
Well, I damn sure do
Yeah, I missed planes I was supposed to be on
Held up by the Kings of Leon
Dancin' in that midnight shade of blue
So when
hard to get where I am, it ain't easy
Yeah, and this shit ain't easy
Tatted angel, I'm cuffed to hell with diamond bangles
And this world is a wack
all cause of you
Without the love and dedication from every one of my fans I really don’t know what the hell i would do
Yeah that’s the truth, uh
Yo, you listenin' to Ryda Radio, bitch!
Tune this in! Fuck y'all!
Fuck y'all bitches! Rydas!
I'm resurrected by the faith of my streets
And I delete
to antoin my private chef
First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
And if the time is right, I'll ask you
to antoin my private chef
First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
And if the time is right, I'll ask you
Chorus:
Gotta get some lovin' (repeated)
Too $hort:
Gotta get me some pussy
Biotch
What's really goin' on?
Yeah, $hort Dog's in the house
the radio niggas never playing my songs
Messing with my brain, knowing I am getting slept on
R.I.P T for you imma keep going
Oh woah, yeah
Oh woah, yeah
Oh
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I freak funk oh the monkey's sayin', "Hell yeah"
Correction, "Hell yes"; old
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