Lyrics:
And if it's anything less than real, that ain't for me
We the best like DJ Khaled but it ain't no we mane, it's just me mane
Since 1997 been repping
me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my
enough
It ain't enough It ain't enough
Feeling too good got me
Smoking like it ain't enough
I roll up a fat sack
Yeah I need it by the pound like
I ain't tryna spend the night with you
I'm kinda lost see
I've been giving it some thought lately and frankly
I'm feelin' like we ain't ready
cost?
Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Filet Mignon porter house
My little brother on his medical shit from that block street
Nigga
what? really?
Oh you think it's like that, OK! I'll be right back
I ain't never been a sucker for love
So if it come down to you and me you know
I
it, ain't it, ain't
Go wild, go stupid, go ape (Go ape)
Got my shades on like a bitch famous
Big booty in the dress, got it tailored
I'ma slide in it
and
Ride that wave until it connects
And I ain't really with all of that fuck shit
I'mma minute man nigga, cause I bust quick
I'm in the nights up in
C and that H
While you probably talking frantic
On the tape
Niggas in the hood ain't tryna hear, "Man
It was a mistake" they'll call you a bitch
Not
C and that H
While you probably talking frantic
On the tape
Niggas in the hood ain't tryna hear, "Man
It was a mistake" they'll call you a bitch
Not
U ain’t built like that It’s a damn shame U be talking loud Won’t do a damn thang Cus u ain’t built like that U ain’t built like that U ain’t built
working witchery I answered it's all good you aint got to like me
You aint got to like me, I was called by Jesus
You aint got to like me, she was called by
rack
Little nigga you ain't stuntin' give that rental back, oh
I like fast cars, fast broads
And my last car was like a Nascar it go vroom, vroom
Then
we gone let him hang
Niggas spreading lies
Like it's big facts
I don't got no time
For no chit chat
I don't pillow talk
Better dead that
I been in ya
how I like it, baby
I need a thug that'll have my back (my back)
Do-rag, Nike Airs to match (to match)
Ain't nothin' wrong with that
That's how I
Yung L.A. like to kick it like karate?
Don't I be with J-money serving everybody?
Ain't we up in magic city throwing up the broccoli?
Ain't me
L.A. like to kick it like karate?
Don't I be with J-money serving everybody?
Ain't we up in magic city throwing up the broccoli?
Ain't me and Tip taking
give up the faith
God has a plan for you
That's why we say
It ain't over (It ain't over)
Weeping may endure for a night
It ain't over (It ain't over)
Never
You ain't never had a friend like me
Believe that
'Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
See at night, I watch the sky
I take
up Like the seconds on a stopwatch
Wait Stop!
Like the time when you walk by
Say she loving it here
She been loving it here ayye
Taking shots Aint
see?
The cops just killed another black man that look just like me
And nah, this ain't the first time, and it won't be the last
Unless you stand up
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say 'What it is'
You scream 'What it ain't'
(Battle zone, Goodie)
"That's why I'm not gonna put it in the hands of fate"
Can't put it in the hands of fate, ain't nobody got time to wait
Not gon' put it in the hands
"That's why I'm not gonna put it in the hands of fate"
Can't put it in the hands of fate, ain't nobody got time to wait
Not gon' put it in the hands
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