Lyrics:
em up
I'm telling you these niggas Betty crocker soft Crack a egg and I mix em up
I came in the game to Switch it up
They been sleeping on me time
with a perky, got me lookin' white
And I'm feelin' real dizzy, can't see, got no sight
500 racks, bitch, I am one of a kind
These women all mine
'll turn a six to a hundred grams i just gotta whip it right
Lenny got backdoored by his man nigga got tricked and died
There aint no switching sides im YKP
past
Snow bunny that I'm with got a phat ass
and thats phat with the P-H not the F
She 808 shaped
Bass hit the chest
Saw the 8th-Light fitted and
A king
There is a whole lot going on now
T let's get this going
Hmm
Mac are you ready for this one
Yes Sir
You ready, haha ha
Yeah
You already know Na8
Pour two shots for loss Soldiers
And one more for the whole city
Other cities can't fuck with us
And if they do they so silly
Clocked in no time out
Like coping no time to bring the dope and
Got this narco got me feeling lit
It's been like 3 months since I've been home
Feel like forever how long I
tonight
You know what time it is (x4)
A simple push of the fade,a little flex of the wrist
Flash whoopin' the mix while I'm kickin' the gift
Yo' like
house and try to roll me up?
And got stuck in the gut with a black, Glock
And he starts to wobble
Self-defense is what I'm claimin', let's squabble
I
in the cube, we mix a lot
Ain't no opps in the way, so we roll off
Make a hundred K and we take off
Ugly-ass bitch, keep the mask on
I ain't even say
I don't need no iron I'm already creased
I don't need no money I got mouthpiece
I don't need no iron I'm already creased
I don't need no money I
you artsy
And it's no face no case
Dope since 08 oh wait 09
But if that's my rookie year
Ain't that all just the same time
I'm saying rookie tears I
being followed by the hogs
One time's on my motherfuckin' line
Why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me
They must think it's a G
I ever had
We got the
Porch pack of Hay Yall's, 3 cases of bud lime
Got a bat and baseballs, we're here for a good time
We'll have fun when rain
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
time for pointin no red dot
I'm just bustin
I ain't got time for no cap
Robitussen
We sippin that barre
Tv VCR, we rentin
Incarceration
got some bass!
I'm serving that bass!
On a little ass plate!
Boom boom boom boom!
When I bam from the back that bitch shake!
Put the wham on the bitch
I was downbad on the floor
So sorry I can't let you back in the door
It's time to turn up I can't show no remorse
A lot to a little just look
the Mix-a-Lot
Bitches put 'em on the glass while
I'm puttin' stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
to thumpin like the bass sound
She gone Texas (text us)
Like H town
I'm flexing
I'm straight now
Lost respect for a lot of youngins
Swear to god they
a reason to fear, my guerilla tactic
There's a lot one can do with a little bit of know-how
Like mix the right chemical compound to make a building blow
regimen
Fuck a dollar and a dream
The ice be white like milk
But I got sauce no cream
For the dairy I'm a fiend
But I'm lactose intolerant
I stay hollering
Got a big old watch on my time clock
Push the button and my top drop
And I ain't even have to go to no chop shop
[Chorus]
You niggas think
the high strung
Young MC's, they all got done by the legend
Every second I'm wrecking
Not a mistake you'll find, but you can keep checking
Out the sound
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