Lyrics:
them cbs camera crews
Third eye woke y’all gone keep on hitting f****** snooze
L’s followed by them M’s
Watch how them commas move
Intervals for those
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M!-O, N, E-Y (x8)
Verse 1: Fusway Jones
(Whatcha Say Sway) Finicky, finicky, i pull up in a Titan remember me
Had to get them folks outta my
why'all can kiss our ass
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
I got too much M-O-N-E-why
Anything I S-E-E, I be -you-why
Pull a Bentley off the lot, and ran that
my P.O. I need some M-O
N-E-Y so I can get high and kick in this nigga's door
It's four in the morning I'm on a mission peep
The best time to catch
sleeves.
Four-door swoosh made by Nike.
Drop-top jumpan suit, by Mike E.
Got to like my player, I'm in it for the dough.
I'm in it for show, matter fact
or fridge, we use to drink 'em hot
(I remember that shit)
I use to drink the O.E. down to the sticker
Pour in the Guinness Stout to make it thicker
B. L. E., age be thirty-three, uhh
I "Get Down" boy, like Craig Mack
Stampede like a elephant, I'm heaven sent
The E-are-I-see-K, S-E-are-M-O-N
funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so nigga, please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see
the head I nick named her vicious
D-O-P-E in swishers
Got bitches by the sisters
I love all my brothers we fuck baby mothers
But due to the fact that
They
Piruuuuuu loooooove, baaabyyyy.
(Piru looo-o-ove.)
Piruuuuuuu looooove, baaaabyyyyy.
(Yee-e-e-aaah.)
Piruuuuuuuu loooooove, babyyyy.
(...I'm gonna be
But I'll straighten a man with a GHD
I move quick like 1 2 3
My memories high like an 8 GB
I ain't number O-N-E
But people look at me like OMG
Haters,
bullshittin'
Dope - like a pound or a key
So shut the fuck up and listen to me
I make a killin'
I got money to the ceilin' [why's that?]
Cuz I'm
my dues and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know
I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah yeah
Public Enemy and N.W.A
Is
over here, so follow me
Through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P, let me guide you through the smoke, G
If only I wasn't travellin' down this road by my
the butter n grits
And you niggas need to know this shit
You got Moesha E?
All tha time B
You got your Indonesia B?
All tha time E
You got the street
(Como se mueve la clika!)
(Uh)
BACK ON WORK
(Uh, Uh)
BACK ON WORK
(Uh, Uh)
Double my cash by doubling back
I’m outta the dirt
(Uh, Uh)
Back
avoid the D-O to the see
When I'm P-E-are-F-O-are-M-I-N-G
On the stage, see the simple fact is I engulf
And known, I rock a funky beat without a cord so
avoid the D-O to the see
When I'm P-E-are-F-O-are-M-I-N-G
On the stage, see the simple fact is I engulf
And known, I rock a funky beat without a cord so
didn't know that I kick it funky and flow with it
Straight up out the O A K L A 'n' D
Coolin' all the bitches when I be on the late night tweak
Who's
the balance
They told me Eko o gba gbere (Open your eyes wide)
Now that I'm in it look how I shine bright
Don't look at me and ask why you dey form
L A G O
pics hopin' i don't see
That you tryna get the rhyprint from G.O.D
But you couldn't beat me with yo G.E.D
And i go to head with mother fucking N.E.B
You
Employee of the Month, cause yo, I do work
The K-A-N-E is on the J-O-B
An expert, cause I get it D-O-N-E
So lights, camera, action - all hail the one!
the rawest in town
Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper
Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E)
I come with the ones, I come with the guns
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