Lyrics:
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin-chins I
these lookin' ass niggas tryna look blind
Give me good girls that don't fuck with good guys
I fuck your bitch from 9 to 5 and tell her good job
He
of the lion's den
You delivered Jonah from the belly of the whale and then
The Hebrew children from the fiery furnace
So the good books do declare
Hey lord,
I'm from these cold streets, phased, braised and gold teeth
Me and Monsta circlin' blocks lookin' for old beef (have you seen her?)
Surrounded by
[Tariq]
People know me on these streets playa
I ain't new
Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money
Surprise
What I do is already
hit me like
"Goodz I'ma tell Cass' get ready"
I said, "Good 'cause the casket ready"
How you The Hustla but
Lookin' like the customer?
Man don't you
ride his horse Peanut down all around all the thrift stores an antique stores lookin for em, fillin' up his saddlebags with em.
Now, if there was some
Yeah, bleep bleep bleep
Hey yo this is how we gonna hit it off...
Chorus:
So drop the Kronkite nigga (2000)
Check out how we flip shit for
Chemicals straight to the brain so that I'm fully equipped
I contain my mental anger
By letting it rip
From the chords in my pores
To the rhymes I commit
call me Dr. Seuss
Might buy some blue diamonds just out the blue
And you look so good I should put on a suit
Hey I think I'm sayin' too much
All in my
good
Forget it, you have to sue me
I'm Mr. Never-Do-Things-By-The-Book
You lookin' straight out a movie
Ooh, baby, you good and boogie
arms.
Overwhelmed by my playboy charms
We jumped in the ride rushed to the crib
I ain't gotta explain what we did
Built to last I simply waxed
Ah yeah, yo Ren, you ready to do this shit?
Yeah, Dre, let's rip shit up
Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky ass beats?
Yo,
Bet you'll be glad to know
I got a brand new girlfriend
She took my broken heart
And patched it up again
She's good lookin'
And she drives
been so damn good
(Said this rap game's been good to me)
Hard times
(But I don't know how long that's gonna be, yeah)
I hope I don't go back
the president
Tweet at I asked it
Flex my shoes my passion
No good tweets boy ran outta rations
Ay,
Never wore sweat pants
Crank that in some white pants
Ay, No
like envy tho
Good lookin out, I got the hood lookin' out
Even good book lookin' out for me now
I could swear y'all tryin' to offend me
Ironically,
to the brain so that I'm fully equipped
I contain my mental anger
By letting it rip
From the chords in my pores
To the rhymes I commit
[Chorus 4x]
When we
Bodyguard with her like
(don't get too close, motherfucker)
And I gotta say that she smelled like ahh
I'm dumbfound lookin like "mmm, good God!"
And suddenly
like 4-5
Finesse's me, yeah good try, Hey!
Lookin at you like a good try
When I see you and go by you know why
Nigga they talkin dont know why, Hey, Hmm
of the lion's den
You delivered Jonah from the belly of the whale and then
The Hebrew children from the fiery furnace
So the good books do declare
Hey lord,
of rittz, and some triscuits
I would like to try it on some buttery biscuits
Lookin' for good food, come on down
We're the underground business outside
dime
Went by the name of Barbara Rice
Looking so fine she's also nice
Struttin down the street see the heads turn
Looking at this wonder of a hot girl
Penitentiary blade to cut yo' ass up
Good-lookin' hunk
Lookin' for anybody thats lookin' for me
Shotty look 'em right in the eye
What do I see? A scared nigga
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