Lyrics:
I'm bout to go in on this motherfuckin' beat
I'm boutta leave bodies in the motherfuckin' street
Got somethin' to eat now I'm in the driver's seat
bitched
Out in a jail
Nothing short of a normal citizen as
Far as we could tell
All that gangsta persona was nada when
He was in a cell
Guess you're a pop
I just want to touch a ticket like a carny
'Gielas look like they was issued by the ARMY
I fell asleep mid sip and my cup went soggy
Full nights rest
nerds remember
Don't you think that the hero you deserve is better?
Go ahead, ask the hood if that new Eminem's good
Man, they don't even listen to Em in
was Pop Quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with
Ma-Ma-Mad bitches we don't fuck with
I don't fuck with them chickens
Unless they last name is Cutlet
Let
that was nuts like acorns
Years since you gone I'm still gettin my wait on
Anyway, your boy gettin his fame on
Aftermath gang, got my Eminem and my
give me noggin
I been intelligent, flyer than a pelican
I don't by the propaganda, man forget the president!
I pop an addy in the back seat of a cady
Stand By Me - Ben E. King
May 8, 1961 (#4 Pop)
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
open-air, Tokyo to Delaware
Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked
You know I want way more than I already got
Give me a song with Eminem and 50
metres
I don't like you neither
Pop shit get your mommy shot
You a son of a bitch I blame your mom and pop
Run in your mommy's spot
Choke the bitch out
(That's Vade on the keys)
And free Var 'nem
But this gun dirty
That's somethin', nigga, YoungBoy
They don't like who I am
I don't like it one
Like ouuu
Try to be boo
What that mouth do
She didn't want the whole perc
What a half do
Ouuu
Hit from the back
What a mack do
Pop one pop two
See
its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real with pop artists that kill
I move to mill, my backyard is a field
I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack
[Snoop Dogg - talking]
Oh, yabble dabble doo bobble
This is somethin new
Puff, puff, pass and the Bo$$
I mean what do you mean, what do you mean
This
I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you
died, but my pop raised me
The block made me tuck grips
And serve rocks daily
I started scammin’, had my
Bitches doin' drops, crazy
Listen, I got a vision
leave you in the sauce
You know which side your not supposed to hide
Youll never be a bride If you stay by his side
From the one to the four Ten
bad kids
I was bullied my whole life
Even called a faggot
I was drunken out sleeping by the dumpster by the maggot
My life was so tragic
But, every time
top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real, with pop artists that kill
I move 2 mill, my backyard is a field
I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack
muthafuckin punk fool
Caught you in your eye while you reached for your tool
Now it's mine, and you're blind
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop goes the nine
Yeah. what you're
comin my way
See em up in the sky
To my step pops I pray
I smoke and roll at least an eighth every night of each day
Got my head in the sky
But my foot in
got two-three on this Mitchel and ness
Them niggas hatin', I wish them the best
Somethin' to say, let it hop off your chest
I got one in that head
pops left me
And often, my mama wasn't home
Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown
'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home
To quiet the stomach
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