Lyrics:
[Too $hort]
One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any
Aint snoozing the hussle until i'm Making seven digit numbers
I like loose hundreds
But i like to see bricks in a bundle
You in the ocean with sharks
to
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero
You're cold as ice
I wanna make you feel real nice
I wanna make you feel real nice
I bet this song
Aw, it'd get hung up real bad
In a case of jealousy, love can make you mad
Aw, yeah
Now everybody, everybody's got his own thing
Everybody's got
low eyes
Low down dirty, twelve thirty
Night time crawlers
Off-the-wallers, basketball gun brawlers
Smoked out throw both fists for nine-seven
Slang
J'lâche une bastos, sans forcer
Que des 6-0, sans forcer
On joue à Rolland K-Sos, sans forcer
94.0, sans forcer
Danew By Rohff, bob DT
C'est l'été
[I - The forbidden words]
[II - Incantation]
[III - Passage of time]
[IV - The silent threat]
[V - Archilles heel]
[VI - Covenant of souls]
[VII -
[I - The forbidden words]
[II - Incantation]
[III - Passage of time]
[IV - The silent threat]
[V - Archilles heel]
[VI - Covenant of souls]
[VII -
war cries
Real eyes realise real lies
The blind are leading the blind
We don't see eye to eye
Our minds are idle
That's why we can't
Think like
a real Rollie on, no fake shit
Young RËL rolling up with bout 8 chicks
(Shhhh) ....Don't say shit
I'm surrounded by hoes, I'm an oasis
...If you wanna step
sleep, I might be suffering from insomnia
It's been 7 days nigger can't sleep, might be attack by insomnia
It's been a whole week, can't sleep, I might be
sleep, I might be suffering from insomnia
It's been 7 days nigger can't sleep, might be attack by insomnia
It's been a whole week, can't sleep, I might be
(no doubt)
I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors
My technique I freak seven days a week
I'm
before my eyes close
I want my green ta add up ta six zeros
Get yo fetti nigga somebody playa hate split 'em
Get yo fetti nigga somebody stop you
stay
Mashin', I'm laughin' off da petty
Eyes heavy, puffin my resi, God help me
Can y'all tell me something this good?
Now it's Black Caesar bumpin'
lessons
Took a while to realize maybe I'm curving all my blessings
Hard for me to relate to any person out in the west
7-0-3 kid slid to the westside doing
and that was crazy, that was insane
'Cause that was the first time
Me and my boys ever hit the road
On the real you know we went from zero to overload
these other rappers need hoes. I love my son i keep em real close. I need em like i need clothes, mansion
24 7 i am on the hustle.
They dont see me
Something my papa said that
Caught my attention
His eyes red he's smoking on
Marijuana mixing the two eleven
He said I'm seven going on sixty-seven
The day I
is gone
Once I'm staring at her, can't stop staring, eyes still drawn
Heartbeats beating fast, I'm happy that we sealed that bond
Double 0 with 7
wrinkle
Plain and simple
Yo
More money more problems, it's 0 sums
More money will solve them, it's awesome
One with both hands and a bold plan ain't
zero (zero), I can't see myself goin' back down
I fell in love from that look in her eyes
By the chances I took, people ended up dyin'
I'm steady
me please don't pick and choose
What they want from me what the fuck they want from me i swear I'm so confused
7'0 standing on the money in real life
of the streets
The makings of a real MC, yeah, bitch
So just abide by what you ride by
'Cause we abide, by what we ride by
Just abide by what you ride by
'Cause
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