Lyrics:
Addicted to money you know I want them big racks/ Niggas wanna wreck no duckin I’m wit that/ Mind my own business while runnin up them epps/ Told y’all
seat that's from breakfast
Restless need a bitch to molest this
Wreck this dry mouth need a beverage
Big dabs big shatter
I got the batter
Big moves
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
Welcome to Slab Rider, Righteous Mezz
30 stops to get this rock, on the block
16 shots in this hot, police Glock
Jackers plot at the spot, by my cot
Heard ya message
Why you fucking with me?
Stop with the bullshit
You never say what you mean
Been fine by myself
That's how y'all left me to be
I'm
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
Life in this motherfucker catching wreck
Big Stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But now I'm cool cause I'm tipsy and I feel a
Nigga tryna see if I'm
And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you had (A big dick!)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
"I can't listen to that song, that shit's
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you had (A big dick!)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
"I can't listen to that song, that shit's
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
Louis E Mowry the third
Who went by the nickname of Buddy
Would never refuse a request
To boil crawfish for his family and friends
Louis E Mowry
time, and now I'm free
I'm a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop
I will not stop, I won't be dropped by the cops
I'm bad, understand me with
purpose served
By staying aboard this runaway wreck
While you're losing is on the curve
Right there's the door
Don't knock little can't rock he's
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
purpose served
By staying aboard this runaway wreck
While you're losing is on the curve
Right there's the door
Don't knock little can't rock he's
I see people hating other people
Tell me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
By the time
daddy.
Baby now baby understand.
Jimmy looks good but he's a half a man.
Roy looks cool but he's oh so cold.
And then a big old junker gonna wreck
This is big!
Chi Twon girls have di badonkadonk (Oh!)
A-T-L junk in di trunk a bounce (Oh!)
Jamaican girls pat yuh front a clump (Come on!)
Miami
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
to check to see if I wreck it
The only record your man got is a jail record
I know you like him a lot because he's a big shot
The only picture you got
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