Lyrics:
to put they love in me
I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated
screaming No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it
relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop
out the bag
Anybody acting tuff tuff
We'll pop' em out his hat
From the windows to the wall
I got it packed
Triple double on doggie
Robert Horry
thunes (bass)
Jay anderson (string bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Ike willis (vocals)
Terry bozzio (vocals)
Dale bozzio (vocals)
sex on the first date I state "You know what you do to me"
She starts off, "Well I don't usually"
Then I, whip it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show
sex on the first date I state "You know what you do to me"
She starts off, "Well I don't usually"
Then I, whip it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show
you what's going on
I know my rights from my wrongs
Had to put it up in a song
Drip is too hard
Don’t know what’s going on
I am original
You cannot
And the slow motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what you do if you start giving up
If the wine don't come to the top of you cup
If the wind's got you
good graces
While I’m drivin a rental cars from avis
Plotting out different ways to do shows in Vegas
And get bunch of haters that’ll blame it all
got a band
Got a number for a name
No name on the visa, no card get accepted
Now I'm forced to a man
Murder raps, where you from?
Put the nigga
called Let's go
You don't wanna fuck with CLE Bando (You don't)
You in for a show (Yup)
Turn up the audio (Yup)
Yeah Bando
Let's go
You know I'm from CLE
date I state "You know what you do to me"
She starts off, "Well I don't usually"
Then I, whip it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show me what you
(How you value what the oath mean when both teams don't show?
Feeling hurt from the gross scene and the loathing you know
Numb away the cold morphine
sex on the first date I state "You know what you do to me"
She starts off, "Well I don't usually"
Then I, whip it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show
doubt
Step out, show me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out,
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
Standing there in soul thinking of summer ?
Just longin' for another season
For no particular Reason hear I stand-
Just rocked another show, just can't
blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
comin', no I'm not Jay-Z
Too many n*ggas hate me, but they scared to face me
This ain't a movie dog, nope, not Waist Deep
I'm not an actor, but I'll show
to wanna take polaroids,
a blast from the past,
take a guess how long that last,
thought id be lost, nah im finding myself
my hats off to you having no clue,
and the stu' was all wavy
And they said I nuked it, so call me the navy (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
I'm not from the US but your song I trumped
Yeah, you played your
mangled by a great grinding fear
But that day will have no others after
No more worlds like this will follow
Because I have a plan
A very special plan
No
Aye
I ain't gotta fret
You been pulling strings from the minute that we me met
Lying all the time
Ain't no money I confess
But the money mean a lot
there's no gold, the only value money's got
Is the value we give it, while those on top
Collect fat stacks of cash flow by exploiting the poor
Everyone
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