Lyrics:
[Incomprehensible] kids in baby's Pampers
Your wife is banned for leavin' bras in my hampers
That heffer's ugly, plastic why you still bug me
I'm on Melrose, Nicole's
did)
Tryna stretch a bag of bale 'cause my fingertips done got ashy (shit)
You can stuff the corners with cabbage and burn the tips of the plastic
Oddity, why did he, why do these entire societies inside of societies
And survivors still remain alive (Release) emcees
Thriving to flow, opting to go
grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
Oddity, why did he, why do
'all
And if you don't get the hell when he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
I hope y'all niggas understand that I
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
power
We have the ancestors melanated skin
By 2040 they tryna have these robots running everything
That’s why this is a beta test right now
Instead
Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so
I love my coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl
He
Nigga, I'm bustin me locs, but I'm hittin em down with jokes
Y'all niggas on the rope, got your ho on da scope
Bitches watching me, jockin me, nigga
don't shock me
I'm supposed to have it. You never been close to karats
That's why you poppin' that shit jealous bastarts
I ain't impressed by you playa
przytulają się mocniej w kinach w lutym
Filmy na które bilet zdeptałbym butem
Albo w TV proszą się o SMS'y (głosuj na mnie)
Gdy mi cofa się ten płynny przesyt
cool I will tell you now
Da-Delete da, ra-ta
Da-Delete da, ra-ta
O-o-ho-waa o-h
Baby we have been here a million times
Baby we have been here a million
slow
Windows low
I was taught by the best to do the one
And gain control of this game
And be sold not told And So
I'ma rep for be -O-O-T see-A-M-P
Cause
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
demand it like Damn
That's the reason why I'm dealing with the weight on me
They say get a J.O.B
I'm like what is that
Ahhh
Justify our balances
Seek
Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-a-Fella y'all
Futuristic shit beeotch
Uh, what the fuck? How we do. How we do. Uh ha
Triple platnum nigga with the solid gold
ask? Was to create a Dallas classic
So go cop another one and keep that one in the plastic
(By Any Means)
You had to have it/ All recorded, mixed,
in with the pimps and them
It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula (wheel the sound)
Pretty city, skyscrapers'll fool you, look through
Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-A-Fella y'all
Futuristic shit, bee-atch
Uh, what the fuck? How we do, how we do
Uh huh, uh huh
It's the eventual triple platinum
don't drop ashes on my Reebok Classics
Black & Mild fresh out the plastic
We're not cut from the same cloth this is O.G. fabric O.G. Magnum
Nuts
[Left Eye] (Big Gipp)
(Battle zone, Goodie)
1999 (Yeah)
TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)
The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y-2-G
(What'cha want to do
Y'all niggas scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie
Better be prepared than try to dunk
an automatic, me I call this hood protection
Put a foot in the good direction, run up on me and I'm lettin' y'all have it
Your fall will be caused by gravity
dollar rather drunk or sober
Nigga talkin' thug walkin' all through yo' squad
Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot,
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