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And I just started robbin' like a week ago
Hundred diamonds on my bitch, I don't bling no more
200,000 for a show, you gotta speak to Po
I know you like that
You wanna try that
It's like a flashback
So shake your ass crack
I got the balls to
Rock the salsa
Funk the blues-a
Any
and the DJ cuttin'
I want why'all to JUST GET DOWN
Tap your toes and clap your hands
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on trace
I know you like that
You wanna try that
It's like a flashback
So shake your ass crack
I got the balls to
Rock the salsa
Funk the bluesa
Any
I know you like that
You want to try that
It's like a flashback
So shake your ass crack
I got the balls to
Rock the salsa
Funk the blues-a
Any
While you rock the mic and I rocked the cut
But now that I'm making a name for myself
All those DJ's are like
Yo Jeff whats up
All that stuff is dead
and it adios you
My buzz bi-coastal, took the game over like I'm supposed to (ha)
I'm in position you cannot get close to
I got shot in my throat, still
don't like me fuck you and the building, you (work in)
If you see us in the club with Cîroc by the tub
We ain't have fun, nigga we (workin')
In the DJ
is definitely in the house
DJ Yella teach Yella cold with the hoes
And Eazy E is stupid chilling cause he knows, yo
No matter who's badder I'll be
a hundred metronomes just waiting to go sync
So take ya pick but not the axe or the shovel
After hours I make beds rock like Barney Rubble
It's kinda subtle,
the bathtub like a jacuzzi
Cause the trap house don't
Got a swimming pool
Money piled up on the counter
Got a hundred round drum in the other counter
Got Ziploc
hundred friends start ghosting
That hundred friends turn foreign
When you can’t cop, that foreign
And I can’t stop ignoring
Cause the truth stings like
keep on ridin' the dick
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average
Everyday motherfucker, slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
(The Manager)
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Yeah
I was just broke (broke)
I was just outside with
While you rock the mic and I rocked the cut
But now that I'm making a name for myself
All those DJ's are like
Yo Jeff whats up
All that stuff is dead
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
like
You just snorted a hundred miles of blow
Don′t call me in the morning
I gotta work on my recording
Couldn't hack it at the sawmill
Month two I
Yeah
Hundred percent
And the other one is Bang, Bang, Bidat that I did on Planet of the Apes shit
Hundred percent
But I was like, yo, the shit is
of MATTHIAS'S HOUSE. A cellar-like room with a very
conspiratorial atmosphere. REG and STAN are seated at a table at one end of
the room. FRANCIS, dressed in
hoe who go by
Say that nigga right there be so fly
Aye doubling up is all I'm about
Man one or two million kept all in the house
I'm calling them
thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float, keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
We The Best Music
Special cloth alert
DJ Khaled
Still playing with them M's (M's), thinking like a felon (felon)
Hope Shakir Stewart see me
know what I'm sayin' my nigga K-Lou in the studio
We just pervin'
Yeah, we on a ride, we just pervin'
[Master P talking]
Yeah, gotta go like that
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