Lyrics:
Mother-o'-Law
She's the mother of mothers
Whose equal is not to be found
But ten thousand years at work is hard
On a gigolo's knees, and neck, and tongue
And,
shit ain't that deep for real
But certain shit like cheese
Will leave you six
Feet deep if I'm knee deep in bills
Yo I sleep wit' steel cause I merk cats
You can bet your top dolla she's no bikini bottom
What's the sum? I got bills to pay, don't do this shit for fun
If I made a hundred K today I'd spent
his brains get touched
Turn his brains to muk
Looking all gooey and shit
Just by the looks
You had a brick its like ya boofing the shit man
Hands
wont keep no tabs on me
Yeah, Yeah
I love it when we roll vip
Roped off own box our privacy
Open tab back to back shots just for me
Tongue locking
Couldn't Pay Your rent
All Your Money Spent
Just Lost Your Job
The bills won't stop
Baby need some shoes
The light bills due
No food on the table
Fa shizzle dizzle, its the big Neptizzle
With the Snoopy D-O-Double Jizzle!
(Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Yeah,
surrounded by skinny motherfuckers with glass dicks
I'll jack Jack and Jill, smack Bill Clinton and his bitch
Tell po po they can't fade me I'll kill
fight for this victory, you die in your iniquity
Ice c-c-cold on the battlefield
Twenty below motherfucker, that's the wind chill
A thousand men they
feeding leaches that's eatin'
Then that could really begin to put a dent in expenses
Then again, Em, you'll be paying for this bill
Because we all can tell
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
him is to swim
And flipper didn't hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue?
I miss the days that O' and Market Hole had scowl on his arm?
And I set
Peeki-Weeki poked her head out of the tent's front flaps
She called to her brother Wohp-O-Wohp-O
Who was busy gathering twigs for a small fire
In
thousand and better
The rhinestones in my Flintstones look crazy in my sweater
Pah it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O.
Fuck bitches on the reg'
An effigy for my nightmares
Of ghastly undelivered bills
That still haunt my dreams
By bursting into my face
Made out of a species of limestone
Used among
stay in yo place
I might get the hanger then make you lay on yo face
Trick guerilla for my scrilla ho you got to know
Chronic weed smoke the only
a trap for you rat niggas aint no sneaking by me for real
Solo how I came and I'm a leave this world
Shanty bad but truthfully I don't need that girl
Bam
on the shoulders of twenty thousand fiends
Every time a nigga wanna try and turn a profit
Folks rush in, three letters try and stop it
F B I R S D E A
One letter
the S-N-double-O-P, and, biggest Dogg of 'em all
And youse a flea, and
And since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must
And give it to you mother fuckas like
know the deal (ooh)
She know this tongue something real (ooh)
And I’ll show her something that’s real (ooh)
For me she gone rob she gone kill
She
beef for real
Fake as four dollar bills
Hit the gas, we out of here
On our way to Fox Hills, spendin' like we got a mil'
Smokin so much kush it got
punk in this
I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels
And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills
Givin' up deals, hills let em' go for
and their council,
The princes of Zebulun,
cnd the princes of Naphtali.
God has commanded by strength:
Strengthen, O God,
That which you have wrought for
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