Lyrics:
alcohol
We gonna sing for Pa
gon sing for Mr. Big Mel
John Henry boulevard
Toss out some alcohol
We gonna sing for Pa
gon sing for Mr. Melvin
1 disc jock
Mr. Right, Mr. Right
Can't go wrong
Mr. Right, Mr. Right
Can't go wrong
There's no mountain too big he won't climb
Always seems to have me on his
Mr obama, we did everything we could
Big, Big, Dollar, ay, yo, ay
Stacking the big dollar, big big dollar
Stacking up the motherfucking big
Dollar, ay,
gets hazy radio relay towers won't you lead me to my baby
Underneath the overpass trooper hits his party light switch
Goodnight good luck one two
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
cooler
Grey Goose and big Ruger the fact is
I pose for low in Gazelle glasses
The booth Ted Dibiase just tripled the carats
And you can tell by the style I
jockin'(jockin') even though they guns be knockin'
Got to block it, throw my hands up and we dip it up and brawl
Talking all that nonsense, not being heard by me
Excuse me trooper, will you be needing any packets
today? Yo, b, don't be throwin' on my jacket, ok?
Cool, just trying to get your attention
So
attack
I'm a real troop-trooper aiming for the top
And with you by my side big dollars I'll clock
Oh, girl
As long as I've been giving my love to you
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Big glock big knot
Bows in the attic bows in the jotty
Bows on my attic
Buh buh buh
Bows in the trash can bows in the lobby
Bows in the basement
try hail me
No be my power nor by might
But I still de grind
News caster
Mr public speaker
News caster
You don carry wetyn big pass your mouth o
swallowed his razor (wsssht)
Say no more, my back be parked against the wall
Trooper square holding, 'Face don't give a fuck about the law
Take off
and kidnap, we wanted by the big boys
Man I was born in this world of sin
I played the cards I was given, ain't got a quarter so I'm stuck in it
Ghetto livin'
America.
Sitting on the fence, owned by America.
On their side American troopers and bombs
On our side the trash and consumer cons
We've been occupied,
the rules my nigga I'm playing
By the facts And the only thing I want my nigga is a fucking big
Ol fucking bag Did this shit my nigga I'm pushing P like
My
Young Gutta, Jody Breeze, Breeze
Boyz N Da Hood, everybody know me
Yeah, I'm Gorilla Zoe, Mr. 'Missed to stack the door'
Right there by the corner
Dem callin' me Mr. Bill Collector
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight
And if them runnin' off with me cash
That ass gonna have to pay the price
Dem
what you kneed
Aint talking mma
Big letter nigga
I almost caught a upper case but
Yooooo
Its Mr.CatchMeIfYouCan
Trynna make this ginger bread
Boy i been
It ain't Indonesia, China White
Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight
Take my shit we gon' have to fight
I'm always rollin' dirty so be actin'
hungry, you getting robbed
By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics
Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit
Straight off the muthafucking concrete,
gonna go on a killing spree
Why do you despise me Mr Bee
We could coexist in harmony
It's a big world and we're both on it
But you're the bee in my
Jody Breeze, (Breeze) Boyz n da hood everybody know me.
[Verse 2:]
Yeah I'm Gorilla Zoe, mr missed to stack the door
right der by the corner store,
Chains in the mall
Back against the wall
Sorry Mr. officer but I didn't call
Don't mind me, just shopping at the mall
Please Mr. officer, I paid it
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