Lyrics:
niggas strapped with them pistols
They hit ya, yo momma gone miss you
Them bullets gone kiss you, my diamonds official
Like a referee with a whistle
Get
named Nick
I know you and frankly I'm still cool
And I'm much too smart to let you anywhere near my heart
Excuse me, if I seem pretentious
But
see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club wit the chrome
While
a opp, tell her pass me the grip (pass the grip)
Know she don't bang, but I'm rich for the Crip
Look, let's go put that nigga on a shirt (on a shirt)
On a warm and lovely evening in early June
She was lookin´ pretty and he was hummin´ a Nick Lowe tune
How do you talk to an angel? How do you find
the squirrels had the decency
To not target my nuts and let me live
This rooftop perch is relieving me
Here is something that I have got to tell all you tools
cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When
woman and kids
Bitch niggas stop bitchin' it's just how it is
Now watch me let that sexy Nina kiss you by my ribs
You won't be satisfied till I send
Come on over hunnie
And give your uncle Dolamite a kiss
Well what you want baby?
Would you tell me a story?
You want me to tell you
[Uncle Dolamite]
Come on over hunnie
and give your uncle Dolamite a kiss
[*kissing Sounds*]
well what you want baby?
[Baby]
Would you tell me
involved from a far, affected by the street laws
Concrete walls, not even earthquakes could shake them brick walls
Nick's and garden projects this is me
innovative, I demonstrated, this nigga played it
I don't care if you owe me a nick, nigga you need to pay me
I kiss ya lady, eat her pussy, then kiss the baby
[Intro: Method Man (Dooney Boy) {Pinky Phat Phat}]
Cool, okay, I'mma let ya'll take it on your own right now
Why don't you do me a favor (What?)
what I mean
Alright bring the track
Yeah all you know me, Nick, Marvelous
Up in this motherfucker
We gonna talk about these hoes in the 7th floor
You
kiss me
Smoking on dope, I been getting dizzy
Racks on my own
He try to copy the swag he a clone
I'm getting dizzy, I'm smoking on dope
Too high but I'm
but broke niggas
Wanna come around, act like you don't know niggas
Ima let the .44 kiss ya, Ima let my bottom hoe hit ya
I be hangin' round some
woman and kids
B**** n****s stop b****in' it's just how it is
Now watch me let that sexy Nina kiss you by my ribs
You won't be satisfied till I send
gone hit me back yeah, fosho
Someone who gone be at my show
Whenever I'm on the road
I just need you by my side
With you here imma let ride
I just need
got some ice cream
Mula, hey
Shit is fly, throwback, ya heard me?
It's meant for me to
Survive this gangster shit
I rejected his love grace kindness
to me here's some advice that's free I ain't the guy to just let it be
If your gonna talk about it better be about it
C
It says in the king James to do
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Thinking 'bout them cold nights (cold), sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin' but cold food, they let me out that cold
catch ya bet, I get a grip
The ambidextrous veteran, best hope that they don't let him in
Watch me finish with a six, catch me ill and in evict
If y'all
me
Yet I love it
I get critical at times that I gotta focus on the visuals
Yet theres times I gotta focus on the physical
But I never let my dreams
Edison
Yeah chicken stand by for exposure
Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood
(Yo 'cause) Shut the power out in your house
Cut the phone
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