Lyrics:
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
Bonafide, everything big for the squad, yeah
I been here too many times
I been here too many times, yeah
Flooded in my ice, yeah (Naturally, you fuck
(geto boooys!)
I know y'all niggas gon' feel this shit right here
(g.b.!)
We're goin through the same thing
[ verse 1: willie d ]
Weapons bein loaded
The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey
Alright, turn it up, a little bit louder
Ay, look
(So motherfuckers going out here saying "Yo Feastful can't rap, Feastful can't be doing this shit"
what we doin'
Buy some breezys and we kickin'
And Cap what you doin?
I'm just sittin here timin' like a Rolex watch
I figured by now y'all
lime from my Bacardi
Rub it on my body, kiss and twist and barley
Ask the don dada to do that song
While I, "Ooh ah, ooh ah", how I do that so long?
and get the straps
I love you, I promise you I care for you deep
'Cause when I had bronchitis you would rock me to sleep
Rub me down with green alcohol
Yeah
I don't have a second to lose
No talk if I'm not in the mood
Turn off the news healing my blues
Your bad energy's been refused yeah
Rub my eyes
my honeys that know how we do throw your hands up
This the joint, for real
Yeah, we got my team in here
[incomprehensible] how we always do
this phone sex) Breathing hard while I touch myself
(On this phone sex) Gotta do it cause I'm by myself
(On this phone sex) You're not here but I feel
the times that I done sinned
I'm surprised that I'm still here (still here)
By the grace of God I'm still here
I wear my scars (I wear them)
I cry my tears
I
wanna do, make a move baby I'm right here in front of you
You say the way I lick ya body put you in the mood
You can't handle by yaself bring da bestie
write to this principle
I won't lie on an L, but I lie to the 12 (turn)
Used to lie in my cell, I was writin' my mail
Sat there by my gun and my bitch
anywhere that you can't go
I lay your ass down by a halo
Southside, G-Road, that Clayco
Can't forget about Heaven and Harmony
Ain't nobody out there
We barbecuin' chicken, that's what we doin'
Buy some breezys and we kickin'
And Cap what you doin?
[Captain Save Em]
I'm just sittin here timin' like
the aliens cheer (ha)
Victory is sweet my dear (mm hmm)
Here's the technique my dear (mm hmm)
And maybe you can duplicate me
It's weird how y'all never can
We take life how it comes
Sorta like the card game pluck
To you Tonk never run
See nine five here bag o's to the crumbs
And look at us now
We paddle
only fifteen, should have
Been a beauty queen, still
See her cryin' by the caskets
When her parents got killed
Little girl don't cry
'cause even though
instrumentals
Well, here's an acapella of mine
Girl, would you like a drink with me?
(If you don't mind, can I talk to you if it's all right?)
I want your
dub, now here's the rub
She's acting her reaction
She's in parties
It's in the can
pocket
You mesmerized by the calm nonchalant-ness
I spit a dart, rub on some John Hitchcock shit
If you ain't speakin' your life, your rhyme's adopted
Now forget all that
now lets get back to the music sayin where ya'll at
Here come the boogy, said up jumps the boogy
and rub on a goody goody with
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