Lyrics:
Up on dere string life
Anywhere you live, no to far for the jive
Lemme tell ya sum, the fuck wrong with these
Don make me jeep stop ya breeze Dem
Get
side to side like a lil' duck when she strut
Say baby girl, you looking mean in them skin tight jeans
Look like somebody painted yo ass and drew
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
[Erick Sermon]
Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone
Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
You said
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly be
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly be
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly
daddy
Guess they got constant traits
Playing my cards right
I know I'm the Jack of treyss
You hit my ex
I hit yo main
Like why you mad
That's fair game
I
Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, just remember
This your man Royce Da 5'9"
This your dude Crooked I
Man, Jump off Joe Beezy
It's Joell Ortiz
Ya'll ready,
But I think that’s a mistake
Cause lil baby I’m just tryna be polite
Let me change ya life
Cause I ain’t going nowhere
Unless you right here by my side
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo
[Erick Sermon]
Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone
Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
You said
how I write and I don't even right my songs
That shit all in the past
Bitch begone
I'll never right my wrongs
All that led to now so it ain't wrong
But
Please jus tell me what I did so that I can right my wrongs
Yeah yeah yeah
I was standing by ya side
Baby ride or die
You was supposed to be my Bonnie
Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, just remember
This your man Royce Da 5'9"
This your dude Crooked I
Man, Jump off Joe Beezy
It's Joell Ortiz
Ya'll ready,
Ninja
Yo yo yo Yo-landi Visser
Jack Parow
DJ-Hitek
Die fokken Antwoord
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp
straight lies
My little shooters keep it on they waist side
They small but straight ride
Right from the jump they'll bang
On you Nate Rob' yo I hate lies
ain't right if you're doin' nothin' wrong
Get off of that phone
Find out Korea like Kim Jong-Un
Find your passion and cash
In like Kim Kardashian
And bask
there'll never be a freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch,
taught he might
If notty like and seventy fiver, help me raise my shorty right
So when I come home wit the quarter, I say, yo shorty run to royal
Seen
bullets hit you up leave yo body with contusions
Yo stans praying for you to live
I'm on that Greek shit I pi right back on the block
Head shot kill shot
it in yo eyes
You a bitch lil nigga, whole image be see thru
Tuff luck, suck to be You (What)
You in my way, yo ass food, put you right on the menu
of the heart like heat from the stove
Family gathered round and we're singing as it snows
Grand piano by the window I just hit a wrong note
But it sounded so
learn, you gon' teach to your seed
Yo, but I don't give a fuck, I clap off, try me, nigga
Keep that featherweight by me, nigga, yeah
Cocaine central,
Wassup lil baby let's go on a date
Don't gotta bring that purse
Cous you ain't gotta pay
Everything on me Just enjoy yo day
Treat her like my
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