Lyrics:
the back playing pool by the sauna"
We stepped in the back all I smelled was marijuana
Yo what's up? Yo nigga what's up
You know I don't give a fuck
Them
on the verge of going crazy and your heart's in pain
No one can hear though you're screaming so loud
You feel all alone in a faceless crowd
Isn't it strange how
that every day a blessing, I ain't see it then
Never see it coming 'til you see it in your men
The spirit leaves, the mind goes blank
A body with no
the mix and all that shit)
Knamsayin, word up (Make it make it a record real quick, do yo' thang)
Throw ya seatbelts on, ahhight?
(Yeah, hook it up,
don't fit in wit' n*****
I'm differently breaded
They say that I got it, I told 'em ready
Mind on my murder I feel like I'm Melly
N***** be asking why I
it on, so I won't get busted
You know rap stars never get trusted
Baby want to get so I put it on vibrate
How does Mix-A-Lot communicate
With
you lied! That's why every time
I wake up in the morning I've
Got whooping on my mind
Said to clean at seven
Now it's 'bout 7: 09 what are you doing?
a lover
Feel it in your liver fight a homeless man is operating on ya
Your mind's fucked smoking trees
Principal said you got your degree from Chat GPT
The thought that I could shred your tips with eight quick flips
Excites me, see y'all fuck with the pussy
But I fuck with your minds
Lack of soul
The thought that I could shred your tips with eight quick flips
Excites me, see y'all fuck with the pussy
But I fuck with your minds
Lack of soul
you out of all of your debt
Sugar high, pop one in the backseat, oh my God
Mix it with the SunnyD, miss me with the pillow talk
I'm on fire, live
don't lie cause y'all already know kuti ndekangu
All about the mulla
Chain like a cooler skkrrr
I stay on my grind 24/7
Nigga i work 24/7
Stay in your
fuck ya homies keep it lit
Do your thing all by your lonely 9 outta 10 these negus phone
Fuck the drama don't get caught up in the mix
Keep it solid mind
moneyman
(Chorus: Ice-T)
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your
to my level, boy you better start climbin
When she's grindin, I'm hardcore rhymin
Lyric to your gut and all your lines just buckle
When you make it
seeing double all day
Talkin' all that shit then I hit em' with a K
7 lines in and my mind still gray
7 Lines in and my mind still gray
Sat back same shit
changing us all the time so its OK to change your mind I tell em.
(Yeah)
Like 1,2,3,4 and 5
6,7,8 and then 9
Just count to ten in your mind
and go and find
singing all my songs
My crew at beck and call
Eleven seats in like all my cars
Don't tread on me unless you wanting stars
A puff of weed is how I talk
and think what a disguise
That's why its called the "Magic City", it's a treat to your eyes
Cross the bridge and it'll fuck with ya mind
Word of advice
political, boy
In beefon mein na koi meat, they’re hard to eat ’cause all them stink
Step your game up, act your age, or keep owning a voyeur kink
Might
they say about seven right
Seven eight nine
That angel's got a nine in his pocket
It ain't fine if they try to take mines
Treading a dangerous line
doom
Doctor, prodigal, boss with the broom
I rip right through and spit right on your shoes
My mix shine bright like a light in a tomb
My shit takes
them all
Pussy niggas ain't shit
Paparazzi, they keep getting us always
Fuckin' up the mix
Amazing how you did it
Gates ain't never in his feeling
Women
kicking it to the bitches.
People can't lift off your spot
I'm leaving your shit all up in stitches nigga,
Bullets go through the door,
I'll shoot
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