Lyrics:
'm really so mean
But she's one to talk cause she's just like me
I
Count this cash I run it up
My pockets so fat I run it up
My goons don't chat they fuck
the record on
And the aimless rise to dance
Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
I see you, George, in your
Apartment on Riverside Drive
Some fifty
you're getting cock blocked
Then I take your girl back to Mansfield like haha
Haven't taken crim law, but I'm pretty sure you just got robbed
Social
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
girls that love me to pull they hair (they hair)
And I admit that they love me to talk dirty when I pull they hair (they hair)
Some like me to spank 'em
I'm really in my prime
So don't bring your ass around if you ain't tryna stay down
This ain't no fuckin' playground,
I put the city on my back like I
i
Was really craving some normal conversation
I'm sure this was
All caused by this dude telling
Me to slow down
Because I was beginning to act like
than George
And I'm better now than I was when you saw that 22-year-old undeveloped kid
running from Sonny Liston
I'm experienced now, professional
Jaw's
the one[00:45.43]I just met you and I'm fallin' in love Got me askin' myself questions like[00:48.75]Yo, can this girl be the one? Like, can this girl really just be
clack clowns
Depending on your color culture you might feel the wetness of a shot like a coaster I ain’t really trying to be a boaster
Living in this
This life we live we can not cherish
We really suffered a lot
See them pussy whites folks swearing
We been passing thru a lot
Life is hard and no one
on the airplane
Spit rounds like the gun range, beat it up like Rampage
100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a band-aid
Grade A, A1, chain the color
on the airplane
Spit rounds like the gun range, beat it up like Rampage
100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a band-aid
Grade A, A1, chain the color
on the airplane
Spit rounds like the gun range, beat it up like Rampage
100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a band-aid
Grade A, A1, chain the color
really ain't what it seem
I don't want your love, girl, you changing like the weather
I want the guap, the blue cheese, the cheddar
Get to the money, it's
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
called The Dynasty"
And at that time, like the drums really weren't soundin' right to me
So I went and um, I was listening to Dre Chronic 2001 at that
Only one night I can't get attached
Said she love me but girl what's the catch
I been getting my bread by the rack
Only gang ima keep it a stack
I
Then they rate you
but gas disperses with no cause
I got phones in, but I don't want any calls
By Mccolls with four boys
Back when girls wore black
like George at home
Audemar like artifacts
Big dog, I shat on all these cats
Slug on my neck like aqua (bling)
Plug and connect like WiFi (goddamn)
naughty by nature from Jersey City to Camden
I'm driving through Jersey
Like Tony Soprano
We got our own culture, this is not ctlanta
You hustle? then
the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with
Me, I was one of them pussy boys, 'cause i hated football,
So i got a guitar.
But a guitar was a poor substitute for a football with the girls in my
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