Lyrics:
Once my future was shiny as the
Seat of my pants are today
Then old mother luck and all her
Daughters started duckin' me
When I finally got tired
seat of my boy's ride just laughing for no reason
Been rappin' since I was seve, I remember the time
Plus I wrote my first son when I was nine
And ain't
ho
Pop up on my hoes when I'm outside with the bros
Poppin all the foes when I'm outside with my woes
Steve Urkel shirt down in the pants man it's
bitch)
I'm steppin' over steps, ayy
(Ooh, ooh, fat ass, yes, ma'am, real ice)
Ooh, too stuck too stuck, too stuck
Money dance, money dance
Sag my pants
Wall Street Journal analysis
The rates of companies by speed Paine-Webber
Merryl Lynch, no other than Solomon Brothers
Banking system with my
And as the dance it starts to slow
Remember what we used to know
Hands down my pants
My medicine for missing you
Month old cigarettes
My Nicorette for disco dance
gone for the day, I'm by myself
Buckets of throw up are next to my computer
Hoping that they show up 'cause what I'm about to do to 'em
Would make
I done took many losses it made me a beast
I swear to god all my niggas gon eat
Got a standing ovation they hop out their seats
Been dreaming so long
myself
No double changing your plans it's real I got a shank in my pants for backup plans
So take that chance conceal the Heat waistline winter or summer
out my pants
You're not a man, you're a serpent
Then I pray to God nigga nine get to workin'
I never get the working
You know I heard they hood
the fire escape, I made it
Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck the bullets
I'm losin' my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel
to show me some ID
Before I know it
She was suckin' on my "D"
In prison, I can't get into a gang
So I'm gettin' gang raped by Mexicans
I fucked up my life
to show me some ID
Before I know it
She was suckin' on my "D"
In prison, I can't get into a gang
So I'm gettin' gang raped by Mexicans
I fucked up my life
in the gutter
The j's can't believe it aint butter
Stay trap with that pole thinking you bold yeah yeah
Catch em down by his toe any many miny moe
You
in big bones call out 4 door,
Might flex on my ex pulling up in 3 double O,
I creep slow when I’m sippin on the Moe,
Attitude on go when I’m dealing
to push through her pants
So I said "come here bitch" she said "What fo'"
She grabbed me by the pants and open up the do'
She pulled out her titties said
Eyes lower than my pants
With my mind on the money and some dough in my hand
You know where I stand
M.O.E. ‘til they put me in a box or in the can
might wrap it rose Tahoe truck it sit on 4s
Limo tint so they don’t know in the back seat by my lone
This that shit that they clone I did this shit
what was her intention
She told me about a flight that was leaving tonight
She could get me a seat and the price was right
She tugged on my pants so
what was her intention
She told me about a flight that was leaving tonight
She could get me a seat and the price was right
She tugged on my pants so
loops of my pants
Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by
No questions I said nothing
Lookin' for the mutant to be buckin'
The law naw, man
asking for moe
But I'm know that you pussy
You ain't gone pull through
We was smoking on ya cousin
I guess we smoking you too
My name is hot
But I don't
Whole team going hard you got no chance of winning
Lot of seats on the floor lot of cash pinning
I play the game left hand like my man Jimmy
You just
(yeah)
I say I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust for tryna play with us (baow)
Keep the picture, catch 'em
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