Lyrics:
gonna feed my baby?
And I think I'm goin' crazy 'cause my hair is gettin' thiner
I've been drinkin' on the daily, I can hardly remember
I got, bad
my niggas a kin to me
Regardless how it go down I still get ten a ki
Beware of my enemies, y'all remember me
Nike's with the low goose on and I've
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sorry i'm late
Bros in the back we got ragged by the jakes
I'm sorry wrong person sir have a good day
It feels like my birthday i'm getting this cake
You
It's that time again
It's that time again
It's that time again
When I catch the feels
See my soul is wrenched
But I know my heart is real
I've got
lookin' like you wanna come play
You know what I'm talkin' about
I got my nephew Ray J in the house
I got my nephew Goldie Loc in the building
And this is
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
Uh
Rest In Peace my brothers I'm good on keeping it simple
Got a little shorty but what you wanna get into too
I just Brought a Gatti the saga to be
my niggas a kin to me
Regardless how it go down I still get ten a ki
Beware of my enemies, y'all remember me
Nike's with the low goose on and I've
around you
(Kiss under the covers
Kiss under the covers)
When I think it hurts my brain
(Kiss under the covers
Kiss under the covers)
I've been feeling
of the ocean
I've got no idea, what's the cause of your fame
But actually I don't even care
And at the end I'm walking around
Finally stoned under the sky
You know that, that, "Cruisin' Down the Street in My '64", R.I.p. To Eazy
I ain't got nothin' against new hip hop, I fuck with all you niggas
up you and hitting ya mans
If you niggas try to come for my bands
You ain't got no tool so you better scram
If I don't know don't wanna dap up ya hand
(Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
I pray these niggas understand how passion is contagious
(To get you under my pressure)
Richer
(I been tryin',
cuz you took that lamp i got delivered to my front door
Space needle aint lookin good its lookin like an eye sore
Monorail slow as fuck 15 minute ride
niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over
through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I've sung with Ethel Merman (5)
Swung with Woody Herman (6)
Played a gig in Germany with Ogerman (7) too
the other way
You know I got it under way, Sir.
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang
Spice got theirs I want mines G
Still got love for my folks
Lil' Ric, E-A-Ski, and Sonya see
Big Worm, Young Ric, be -Boy, Mac Spoon, my whole click
I've completely lost it
Is he nuts? No, he's insane
If you could count the skeletons in my closet
Under my bed and up under my faucet
Then you
in my ear, you see them hoes jock?
Bitch there's a whole lotta rocks up in this powder watch
I'm writin' letters to the pen for my brother Irving
in my ear, you see them hoes jock?
Bitch there's a whole lotta rocks up in this powder watch
I'm writin' letters to the pen for my brother Irving
I don't see no dog
Dog under the bed
N***a you lucky he ain't attack your ass
When you came in
You the dog motherfucker
Bitch I'm a dawg gold on my
And I could never back down
Came from out the gutter
Check my background
He’s riding in the beam
He got the beam and the ski
His temper gon blow
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