Lyrics:
I'm a Jake I don't bake a cake
I'm not a cake daddy you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy
With a drop top see when I hoe hop I kick it
dates
When you know he tryna screw
How you think you number one, girl?
You're Tuesday, number two
No cheese no macaroni
You a one trick pony
What you
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
'em shots
So cups in the air, everybody let's take shots
I'm f***ed up
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at minimum
I bring hot rhymes when I arrive, like vegetables I'm steamin' 'em
When Neem is on the scene the opposition say they fearin' him
I'm in attack
heads but that's a big Sin
Niggas obsessed and pressed they get zesty
I'm spilling facts in other words fresh tea
Dragging niggas by there balls it gets
you at, let's go
When I walk in the club
All eyes on me
I'm with the party rock crew
All drinks are free
We like Ciroc, we love Patron
We came to party
myself
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
cll by myself
I know this means nothing ok
Hoping this touches
My souls been in
'em shots
So cups in the air, everybody let's take shots
I'm f***ed up
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by the burner in case a near try to violate
Never go down, stay rising like Andre
'Cause my corner back every thing the Don say
Long Beach, yeah I
Ghetto Prince Charming spark bitches like a flame
Jumpin' out front, I'm leaving lames behind
Fresher than a Ziploc, I'm back on my grind
Ain't no one in
down, the risin' flow, you hear me now
I'm always up to something, I got Goon in the house 'casue he my cousin
We got dollars by the dozens, but without
Trick by trick
strut like czar
I'm riding slow in my lambo car
Ah
Blinded Y'all blinded blinded
Blinded Y'all blinded blinded
Ah
Uh what's for
done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after
done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after
the bomb lit
Glass and metal in every direction
Anybody tryna stop us taught
A very hard lesson
I'm the reason there's no time
To reach for that weapon
knowing I'm falling for her tricks
(Huh)
I'm getting played, got my name all up in the mix
(In that)
Fake love letters she's been sending through the text
to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Check now in 1988 I moved away to L.A.
My niggaz Playa Ham and Gina gave me
tell you I'll be back as soon as I can
Now I'm in your bedroom, watching you sleep
I'm about to make these dreams
Last forever
Next time I say trick
an old dog new tricks
Come on!
Well, I've been in the battles
Taken my licks had lots of parties
Had all the kicks i'm not often well
But I ain't never
to be humble
When I do the breaststroke through an underground tunnel
And come up on the other side in a Jacuzzi
Being greeted by two naked models with
I liked that
It's different, different, new tricks and I'm learning like
We were always good on paper
Together's in our nature
Me and you, now it's
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
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