Lyrics:
never seen mine
He more like a grown lion
Y'all are acids but I'm Alkali
Ashes when I drop a rhyme
Flattened by my basslines
That's just asinine
Power
thousand I'll leave your state
[H.A.W.K.]
Down south these bezeltines an baggets
So much ice you could bobsled off my chest
[Lil' Flip]
Down south we sip
a nigga not paying bills
Fo' real by our goddamn selves
Fuck thirty niggas and she don't need help
(Stick that thang out)
Uh, some more, uh, uh, some
to the
Backstreet Boys Backstreet Back
That song was so cool, so much
To do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the backstreet?
Ring, hello, what's for lunch
I'm like John Marston in the club with a (BURRO)
She got ass so fat that's what I call a (CULO)
Wanna dance dance dance back it up yeah I'm thorough
tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
You can tell by my big fat royalty check
It's just a Dangerous thing when I'm on the mic
And the local police
like to much of this
But get to bobbin it's head, and so I took it anyway
But bitch I got family get your pussy anyway
Ok, let's talk about this ice
like to much of this
But get to bobbin it's head, and so I took it anyway
But bitch I got family get your pussy anyway
Ok, let's talk about this ice
federals got my phone and my house tapped
Praying that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt that
Why do I end up in so much shit?
I done came way too far
speak about pain but keep Christ at the center
When writing my letters, with rhymes that are clever
HOOK- Scratches by DJ cverage Joe “When I write my
motherfuckin' thing bout me bitch I got so much money on me uh
Fat paper bag brown paper bag
Rubber band green paper cash (yep)
Fuck with 'em get the laser
won’t blow them away
If the caf were to ever close
I’d call it doomsday
I love the caf so much I’m a huge fan
All the workers know me
The call me smoothie
to want that lil' bitch I don't wanna no more
My pockets fat like I'm fuckin' with Joe Snakes comin' in so the lawn gettin' mo
Please don't invite me to no
eih eih eih
eih eih eih(eih eih eih)
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eih eih eih(eih eih eih)
woa woa woa
(Fat Joe)
buju, beres, joey crack the don
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is here now, word
(Shine
choppa sing
Call me young Pentium with no heatsink, yuh
They leg-locked my van up down by Kurt's angle
Worst thing, tho
That your music more generic than
Naughty and Fat Joe are down with us
The MAAD Circle are down with us
Def Squad, is down with us
?DN's and Mike M? are down with us
Dr. Dre you know
Yea, mami jus like that bend down grab ya ankles, do it for crack
Damn should be illegal how that ass so fat
The way you shake yo shit make me wanna
This is the true story about mackin
Check it
Times are changin'
Talk about it
More so each year,
But the Early Mornin'
Stoned Pimp is here
be's with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my partner's Somalian
K'naan and my buzz is too big like Comala
Ballin', Folarin so goddamn hard
Fat
Passin' niggas with pants saggin'
With they hand on a black Magnum
To clap him backwards
So their last words is, "Kcuf meht nmad saggin"
That's
More wings than clutches
Cease roll the hash
It's in the pocket with the nine
Lick off the wine as my seats recline
I want a presidential Rollie
So I
Why'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow?
What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po
Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe
Fo' cats on the same track got
more!
I walk in the club so dashin, in the latest BBC fashion
The light from the strip club flashing
Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing
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