Lyrics:
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
and your neck gotta glisten, baby
And this is crazy
But this the way it's gotta be
Baby, you're a queen
Plus I ain't fit to be a man
So the plan for me
I DON’T KNOW YO BIRTHDAY
INTRO
Girl I don’t know your birthday
You can tell ne that I’m wrong
But I still don’t know your birthday
Even after this
peewees
I can tell that bitch ain't bout shit
That hoe just runnin' her mouth (Bitch)
Yea you in the club rockin' true but
You still stay in you mama house
start by makin' it clear
That ain't got a thing to do with us
Tell me what it is that I gotta do, baby
For you to be my girlfriend?
And girl, I know
grandma
I done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down
Feelin' these all in your
ask me, nigga
Falisha, I ain't gotta ask that nigga
I ain't askin' no nigga for shit, nigga
Falisha, act like Falisha, act like Falisha
Falisha, you
I ain't gotta fuck yo bitch, I got my own girl
I ain't gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs
I ain't gotta drink your drink, I got my own drugs
I ain't gotta fuck yo bitch
I got my own girl
I ain't gotta smoke your weed
I got my own drugs
I ain't gotta drink your drink
I got my own drugs
I
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Show off her wild side, push out di backside
If you with us, throw the diamond up one time (yo
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
acting up
Then I'll be there to comfort you
Shawty you know what it is
I can spend the night
But I gotta be gone by the morning
You ain't gotta talk
acting up
Then I'll be there to comfort you
Shawty you know what it is
I can spend the night
But I gotta be gone by the morning
You ain't gotta talk
know that shit
Ain't gotta worry boutcho spot ion know that bitch
You da only one I fuck wit girl
Yo ex mad cause he know I hit
(And I beat that thang
in this game is as big as us
If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a fuck
I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott
Defended by Johnny Coch'
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
me one try.
One kiss one pinch and you could take it or leave it,
But before you make up your mind just tell me one secret,
Ne-Yo holla at 'em.
in the states or switch countries to play it safe you know
(Cause he ain't gotta know about me)
See I can come and put it down, when yo nigga ain't
I ain't playing by your rules
Everything look better with a view
Why you always in a mood?
Fuckin' 'round, actin' brand new
I ain't tryna tell you
enough, man Imma have to throw one of these masks on, man
Should I finish him off?
Use the mask, Day
I ain't done)
And I told you once, I gotta give 'em
Her friends laugh
At you like a joke
Tell you big mad
Yea bet you big mad nigga
I ain't never been a hater
Lift my weight I get my weight up
Hella
your gear ain't shit your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit nigga your whips ain't shit
Bobby you ain't shit nigga I'm the shit
No diggity, I gotta bag it up, bag it up
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I gotta bag it up
She's got class and style
She's managed by the town
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