Lyrics:
At the crib, she drop down so fast and throw that head on me
Number one, yeah that's in the league, she got no opponents
She got no opponents, ain no opponents
when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his
See my shit is universal, if you got knowledge of dolo
Of delf for self, see there's no one else
Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that
So, do
the way for me
Ohh
I need a reconnection
Plugged in
Plugged in
I done got myself together it's about time
I been saved since ten did a backslide
It was by
When I drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
How
Oh yeah, nananana yea, oh Mama, Mama dont cry, Mama dont cry dont cryyyâ?¦
Mama don't cry no more, Oh better days are there for sure, Wipe
the second
You would think I am that one cereal by the way that I bring all the checks in
You see me walking down the street,
And I start to cry, each time we
the couscous, the one stop
Without one drop of blood, not in the mood
To hear them gunshots just because, got other problems
Economy funds drop, we ain't gotta
The microphone is my belt and if they dare touch it
Tossing fists reckless in every direction I'm air drumming
Talking that liver punch one two dinner lunch
Swipe
Tear the mothafucking walls down
Nigga
Break through barriers and all areas
But I still can’t fuck around with no aquarius
I keep a taurus mmmmm
With
states, The Roots will rock a fat show
Because I drop art like I was Pablo
And Pablo's last name was Picasso
But as for cash flow, I don't got no
wane?
Nine times out of ten ain't got no money
But the gods make it fuckin' rain
That's how it goes when the drop
Goes through to your brains
That's how
water, splish splash
We on the hunt for some tens
Get in baby bring your friends
Everything on me designer brands
Drop the top cause I be throwin' bands
the focus
But I control this
No worry, no stress bring by me
All around he protect beside me
Good energy left and di right me
Ten toes sturdy left and di
you shake it in them pants
Can you drop it down low like put your hands on your knees
She know I'm a pleaser but know that i ain't saying please
No no
(No man) Hallelujah
(Cannot hinder me) Yes, Lord
(I got King Jesus, I got King Jesus)
Run it back (I got King Jesus, I got King Jesus)
Y'all
and I put it in here
Let me whip that, lick that, and I don't stop
Then hit the block with my niggaz in, my new drop
Convertable, tens and dubs, no matter
those who still want to test me
3 for the fans who already know the name
4 smacks to all wack niggaz in the game
5,6,7,8,9,10 for the flows
'Ey yo Len,
put ya niggaz in the dirt for one like Dirt
Concealed hammer won't jam or won't chirp
Catch you on my second merk
Fresh outta jail, ice grill gat
sucker, I know that bitch man
She wanna be a Pretty Woman lovin a rich man
Now here you come, drop top ridin
You ain't no pimp fake nigga stop lyin
Pussy
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here, well first let me let you know who I am
Well I go by the name
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