Lyrics:
Weezy F, fuck hoes
It's truck the world
It's truck yo girl
It's Trukfit by the truck load, biatch
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop
of Gibraltar on my shoulder the chip/ ironic in my iris is only the chip/ everybody wanna be no. 1/ fail to mention how lonely it is/ can’t let u niggas trick n
Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape
Need you by my side, my heart turned white
When you left my side
That shit got old, poppin' x no more
When it rains it pours, bae let’s snuggle till
and her mouth drop
Panties drop like a soft top, book of rhymes it's a dope spot
Pack game like the rap game, sold more crack than chris rock, pookie
It
ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety-five
Wit demo raw raps is knives
To skin all ya'll cats alive
Take your time don't rush the clock
Infamous rock
a minivan
So what it is, or what it isn't
Makes no cents if it ain't business
Ain't my brother, aww well
Let's not pretend then
You need to know my demons,
clothes, so we stared a bit
Now it's 3 in the morning
So let me reminisce
Now it's 3 in the morning
So let me reminisce
It's like a piece of my life
We
You'd make a lot more money than you do from rap
You'll never have no security, you'll never be famous
You'll never now what it's like to be rich,
cobra and some vipers
Spent half my life, nigga, surrounded by OGs, and some lifer
Concentrate, on how I'ma take over the Carolina without wearin'
like sonic how I rap on all of my tracks
Won't fuck a bitch without a thigh gap
Just kiddin I'll tap
Man she think I'm her fuckin father she hit me with
able to rock off turntables
Grab the mic, plug it in and begin
But here's where the problem starts, no heart
Because of that a lot of groups fell
anybody can
Or should be able to rock off turntables
Grab the mic, plug it in and begin
But here's where the problem starts, no heart
Because of that
Or should be able to rock off turntables
Grab the mic, plug it in and begin
But here's where the problem starts, no heart
Because of that a lot of groups
like a veteran
Name a mc that he's better than
Too trill he's fake like a feather man
We're up and away like Kevin Federline
Surrounded by the angels
[ VERSE 1: Dangerous Dame ]
You want it, why, cause I got it
Pick up the mic on stage and I rock it
With the style that most can't rock with
A lotta
Garnett
Rolling up the reefer
That shit mad stanky
Still aint fucking with too many
Cause they mad janky
By the time that shit was pearled
It's looking mad
thoughts that's insane
Whether the pen or steel, you gonna feel the pain
I reign, just like a storm droppin bombs
If you wanna get it on, let's get it
Sayonara
To the old meka. trying do it by His hands
See trust me it's useless
I am flawed and I'm a human.
I don't know what is best
I say that with my
like I'm tryna get my rocks off
The pretty girl's ugliest friend couldn't cockblock
Glock-load, I give 'em both barrels like lockstock
Now it's on top
of steel
Rock the place without a doubt, now I'm gonna turn it out
So listen very close, so I can tell you that it's all about
RHYMES
More RHYMES
Party
boom, ended it with a nice punchline and everything
And then I'm like, hell yeah, let's see how this ends
He's like, oh shit, it wasn't recording
I'm
and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
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