Lyrics:
souping bitches like
Don Juan, young goldie
This presidential was a 40
That bitch you love best she know me
That nigga flexin' probably owe me
Nah for real
a model when I rolled up
Put the phantom in park tell her hold up
Hopped out like goldie from the mac, it's a pimp from the old school
Sold the bitch a roll
the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by myself
Twenty out
Goldie, it's the same story
Let you hold something, you spending it right
Know where you gon' be by the end of the night
Make it bounce, shake it, move
Young kid'll live by goldie advice's
Pimp hoe's that come across so righteous
F*** though, promote on the Rolley ices
Yo, that's why my jewelery
już jasno
Laską wciąż potrzebny jest Margaret Astor
A ich matkom relanium by mogły zasnąć
W nocnym na rogu wino i Durex które kupuje
Bo przecież mówi
nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk,
nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk,
From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on, we Superfly
Made Gucci the shit, Louie too, suits and ties
Player trophies, pray to Goldie
Picture
[Don P]
Just up off the pill, drinking on my beer
Sitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm
As a sleeper in metropolis
You are insignificance
Dreams become entangled in the system
Environment moves over the sleeper:
Conditioned air
yo' watts [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!]
Let's peel, who want to talk rap
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
coolers, just be goldie
When I played soccer with the dreads I play goalie
Here steps the one that's capable, of slaughterin'
For those who want to bite
coolers, just be goldie
When I played soccer with the dreads I play goalie
Here steps the one that's capable, of slaughterin'
For those who want to bite
metropolis,
More like an activist,
We give it to you all,
Presentation we'll make you have a ball,
Styles start considering causing you to meditate,
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose me man
Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
Wedding bands don't make it
french-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident pussy sells,
you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells
Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells
But you
know
That's what I came fo'
[Goldie Loc - Eastsidaz]
Where that nigga who be talkin shit?
He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch
around me
I smoke like Marley, my niggas ride Harleys
I hurt ya daughter feelings Miss Jackson I'm sorry
I'm pimpin like Goldie, and ballin like Kobe
Goldie, it's the same story
Let you hold something, you spending it right
Know where you gon' be by the end of the night
Make it bounce, shake it, move
As a sleeper in metropolis
You are insignificance
Dreams become entangled in the system
Environment moves over the sleeper:
Conditioned air
back to the essence
Another version, of the Goldie, mack, pimp servin'
Convince the urban, project, ghetto prince emergin'
Half Hispanic, hollow
they fuckin’ tide
You can burn a rubber on fake
Bitches trying to make it right
I’m Goldie, ASAP – dazz my name
Motherfuckin’ gangsta with my crew
I ride
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