Lyrics:
its the pimp that laid you
i know you see me in the video's
and the radio reconition like a center fold
analize to a nigga bigga flow
its the hoes with
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
-get your guy on
And you know that it’s real
And it’s unfair shit
Living in America, just suck my eh
If you don’t censor that shit by yourself
You know
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
No radio or video or CD sales
Six platinums in a row, Ice Cube and Cool J
Who else did that shit? Short Dog from the Bay
These ho's try to play it
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
offspring so
Biters are bastards
Clones get played like The Masters
After bust, then Ev hook the beat up
To Roc like Raida, wit face that's E'd up
energy that is a remedy, hey yo listen here bro
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just let me be
Stay away from
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
No radio or video or CD sales
Six platinum's in a row Ice Cube and Cool J
Who else did that
busting in the scene
Got all our songs on repeat
Independent, no CDs
The rhymes hit like bullets
You would think that I'm straight outta D.C
Got the mouth
Not been smoking for a while
Aye, aye, yuh, aye, aye, aye, yuh
Aye, aye, aye, aye
I got my AB’s and my CD’s (Skrrt)
My CD’s are on repeat (Yuh)
My
talking shit, we go'n fucking reverse his retainer
Producing hits late night, I know I'm hated by my neighbors
Left that shitty job, I had to go get some
overreact
Then something told me relax and just hope for the show to be packed
Don't wanna hit the stage before they fill each row to the max
'Cause that
atoning the lost pace
Your blessings belong
I assume that we all have it hard
I assume that you more than you are
Plagued by the concurrent need to breed
hit you with a drum (bah)
You a g somewhere else but at home you's a bitch
You cant go back to the hood 'cause they know you a snitch
Pusy ass
of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana
I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber
That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug
We Embrace Every Day by
Smoking Sweets and getting blazed
Down in the Lone Star State, that's the way we was raised
Keep it the Playa way, while we
Young hot nigga they can tell they can tell
Yea I'm on fire yea bitch what's that smell
Straight gasoline like I'm sponsored by shell
Came from
We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster
KU: Game related, raise it bit by bit
Yo D, link up the cable we'll go hit for hit
Phantasma
an icicle?
At five I was hit by a car ridin my tricycle, a hit and run son
Mad young in the hospital receivin stitches made me vicious
Peeping cretons with
now it was apparent that these guys cannot develop our talent
I thought by now it was bait that these guys just try decide man's fate
When I made
new generation
Ain't no passing out CDs
Hit the link in the bio
If you wanna see me
These niggas wanna be strapped like a dyke so bad
Oh u wanna be me
I
attempt over and over that week to catch me in acts of Verbal plagiarism or
Insult me, only to always be bested by my quick and always razor Honed
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