Lyrics:
in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I'm
under evergreens
But I know what I'm needin', and I don't want to waste more time
I'm in a New York state of mind
It was so easy livin' day by day
(lyrics by M.C. Hammer; transcribed by Tone-C)
We are hittin' hard in Oakland
Word!
We are hittin' hard in L.A.
Word!
Cleveland, Chicago & Yo-town is
more important
And understand I been in that water like I was snorkeling
Understand I been in that water like I'm a dolphin
Miami Khaled took me in
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
the opps, he named Jack Black
Tryna start beef on a Sunday, he flagrant
Hoes in Miami be moving so arrogant
Need a bitch who acting right, and be elegant
no basic rappin'
So they wonder who am I
So high (so high)
I said they wonder who am I
So high
Back again, never outside so I'm acting in
I
you gone crash
I know that you a pro but I ain't worried bout yo past, I know I'm not the first but baby I can be the last
Let's take trip to Miami I'll
like Roofie
I'm a dog but I'm not a goofy
Think I love her like I'm Gucci
Down in Miami, she rocking that Poochie
But you know I'm rocking all Supreme
and she hittin notes
In the corner put the shot
Ballin like I'm fultz
Knowin that it gonna hit
Cause it never wont
Dont let me put you on
It's a slippery
yo woman
All the broke ass playa haters be quiet (YEAH)
[Chorus]
I can tell that you can tell that I'm twisted
by the bulge in my pants so let's
Richard Porter
Ayy, bitch, I'm bout to cross the border, uh, with your daughter
Ayy, catch me down in North Miami, when I'm in Florida
Ayy, take them thangs
G's
I'm out here in LA dog
This a different beast
I been did Miami boy
Place is old to me
Careless bout' a old ting
Shorty dead to me,
You
towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money
hand lower now
Uh, dang get into it
Shorty with the big ole booty
I think I'm in love when I see you move it
Got shot by big old cupid
Dang girl get into
Finna fly out to Miami then fly my bitch out just so I can fuck her by the ocean
I'm on papers but I'm sipping this potion
On probation but the opps what
poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh-uh
I just got off the plane with this shit, man
Back in Miami, man, just left New York
I'm
on the tires I'm jus out here floating
Watch who you keep around you cuz these niggas Folding
Back then they didn't want me now I bet they notice
Got a team
Gun shots is fatal, my bars is prenatal
I kill little niggas, up close, peel little niggas
We the hottest out, still, little niggas
I'm better in my
to the land I'm about my dividends
In Miami On The top flo sliding with T4
Cali packs was Comin in I had to get that **** And Go
Dreads hanging low I feel like
the punt of it
Move out of my face
You all in my space
I’m over it, yep
You want a lot
You want a little bit
You want a thot
Or do you prefer them celibate
And she hitting notes
In the corner put the shot
Ballin like I'm Fultz
Knowing that it going to hit
Cause it never won't
Don't let me put you on
It's
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