Lyrics:
collard-greens full of reefer seeds
You use too many chemicals
Too much added stuff, fool, it ain't real kush!
One joint of that G-14
Will have you higher than
Certified by the block
Gold 54 riding all chrome, big block
And the paint so wet I'm in need of a mop
Black and yellow Chevy and it's
Looking like a bumblebee
[master p]
Mother fucker ask me what I think about a bitch
This ain't nothin' about a bitch nigga
I use a bitch like shoes you know what I'm sayin'
spectrum, this done by red man
With horns on his head, laid down the ill plan
Got all his helpers, said, "Make it snappy!
Tell all the people that their
for hours
I even killed the time by helpin' my man pass out fliers
Now all I wanna do is get in where I fit in
Shake my ass with the baddest pigeon with
to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta work for it
Yeah, I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I wanna flex hard
an Jermaine thug all night long
Master P an see-Murder thug all night long
See Beats by the Pound we thug all night long
All my thugs, all my thugs, thug all
riding dick
Niggas better get they grown man on
Fucking with me if they see a nigga strut
It ain't nothing less than a G
See I roam around the block
Like
10Dee don't play
And I wanna make M's by the way that I spray
Tell a man N O if they wanna play games
How you gonna live if you don't make P's
Get out
Movin' in a G-Wagon, that's a foreign G, yeah
R.I.P. Nip Hustle, died at 33, yeah
I ain't got no time, cause my Rollie on vacation
Do a new AP on, hoppin'
and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap would be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created equal
But not in this day
Almighty Glo nigga gang gang
You know how we bummin', man
You know how we rockin' and rollin', man
You know how we bleed man
Pour the lean, I go
short, all kind of toast
Boy I done left shit trails all around the coast
To places you gettin' 'round by boat
I get a pound, I smoke, I put it down,
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
fuck with me
She know the boy he gifted
Say she wanna G
But this G He doesn't listen
Only pushing P
When we hop in this shit get driven
You know I'm
[Chubb Rock]
The Chubbster, a man that came out about 1986
with the help of Dr. Ice in the mix
And even then, kickin lyrics that was quite potent
Howie by
Yo
Hey yo, you all remember Shiro
Down low the money
Snaked by his girl and the friend he called his right hand
Things have been different from
helped you up with a paycheck and a martini
Please don't speak on what I do
Hush your mouth man, keep it closed
You don't understand the call
You don't
greeze
Got bare peng tings on their knees
In the club spending bare P's
Drinking Hooch with my NH G's
Clash time, don't flop on the mic
Even if I lose
you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
She got ho tendencies
Plus she fucked the whole P$C
Gon' set it out pimpin'
Come
a groupie hang by, buttered up
I ain't getting with you, yo' love her in her gut
That's the reason why you can't even bubble up (Come on)
You get
at
All right Ma, I checked out all my niggas then we jetted
With fifty balls a piece brought a piece for unleaded
Smokin' blunts forty ouncin', G and P
to different stages, lights and dreams
Different mistakes that was made during the time of the struggle
Two pits unleashed, but held by one muzzle
It's
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