Lyrics:
What would the music be without the sounds?
Young Boss, Miss Trina, Pitbull
Let's show 'em how we get down
I party like a rock star
Look like
headache, I'ma get me a new bitch who care (what?)
Relax, boo-boo, keep shit moving (shh)
'Cause what you see in the mirror is what I don't mind losing
layin em down like dominoes
I spit a bar and you came down with the common cold
After I just rolled up snapped and broke your collar bone
I don't know
in they books
Cause they see a nigga balling off the birds that I cooked
As the years went by still survival of the fittest
Now I'm riding in
2S
Step, slide, don't slip, just glide
Knew she was the one from the moment that we locked eyes
Fuck her until the morning, gotta her cummin' when
Damn girl looking good in your baby phat
You got an ass a skinny
Nigga could handle that
Look I ain't T-Pain I don't love strippers
I might buy em
see into your heart
Just by looking at your shadow
Your translucent skin
Houses love, like the love hidden in
The Chateaux
Got the heart of a pitbull
the crowd yell
And if they want beef
I'm ringing the cowbell
This crispy cream make 'em ring
Like they found Mel
Jones, and I don't need no introduction
I
niggas takin' off like a spaceship
Pace those to Euros, eatin' those green and great chips
Get 'em by the bag, you can say we Feedo Lay chips
I'm so hungry
broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for
the lucky man? I don't have a clue
Then she said the lucky man is you
I dropped my brew
And everything looked fuzzy
Not a baby by you the neighborhood
the lucky man? I don't have a clue
Then she said the lucky man is you
I dropped my brew
And everything looked fuzzy
Not a baby by you the neighborhood
essentials, you do business wit 'em
I don't wanna meet 'em, I just want the bag, you keep the credentials
Them people searched him, I know he slipping bad
I
they going nowhere
I see em like kids: I don't hit em
I spank em they try to oversee me
Me I'm overseas banking
They still in the hood with
The coke
goes down I don't get a small piece of
Get the picture, see the beauty in the beast of
The mad man, Mr. bad man is here
'Cause a nigga like me smells
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
niggaz, and gave 'em gats and boots
And for the niggaz that bend down get minks and goose
See me, I'm not greedy, not at all
Hit me at the office, yo
good luck, for what
He was already dead, what the fuck
I be, breakin' my shit up off in a nigga
When I don't see, nothin' but soft in a nigga
Fuckin'
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
them bitches
I had erry one of em
You never see nothing like this now on em
John got it by killing the thing
Kamikaze blowing up everything
Don’t call I
my chicken on me
Big dog
Pitbull
Yea, Fast lane
Yuh this cool
Baby I'ma teacher this is Drip School
Baby I'ma teacher this is Drip School
I can't show
recommend don't mess with me
If ya thinkin' that I'm mean, it's my daily routine
Cuz I'm the baddest brutha any of ya ever gonna see
I left the house again
it
Drunk an eighth then I drop dead I don't think that they know I'm on it
The red light I got stopped there I could tell 12 by only
Showed 'em my
NORE!
My caller ID is fucked up
I can't see the number
Feeling like Stevie Wonder
The hood took me under
I miss my niggas I wanna see em
All my niggas
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