Lyrics:
whats up, so give me the microphone first (Why)
cause I know what the hell I'm bout I been down in the dirty c l in out
Throw my roof in my trunk when
Ay,
[Hook]
See a party aint a party til the Doc walk in it
the party get it started til I hopped up in it
then it, got so crunk one minute
say she
Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump
Like it's way crunk, yeah,
Fake punks get they face lumped
Sent to the most high, by the most fit
You
lick that p****y hard like its her birthday
see the one night stand this is where i stay
hit me up again with this song DJ
Ima grown man ima grown man
team freezed up
I know you knew the name, gull, when you seen us
Walkin' up in the V.I.P., I.M.P. when I walked by
Man, I, don't holla at no lame ho's
I
I stay on my P's & Q's, blowing Q's & P's
Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency
Cause I'll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees
So
I stay on my P's & Q's, blowing Q's & P's
Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency
Cause I'll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees
So
rollin' the Dutch)
P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up, mixed with the A L see
NYC to LA we do our sweep
We out in Compton, P and Game lacin' Chucks
Popping bottles like we won the lotto
Bread stay stacked I don't follow
Take an L that's your pill to swallow
Ima throw ya whole paycheck at the mall though
rings, platinum piece and platinum car
And I'm bout to be, a platinum star
V.I.P. by the bar, is where you'll see me staying
With the Roley on my wrist,
re-akshon, killa kill, t.i.p., and bun
[Hook]
Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk
'Cause I'd rather die like a man than
[Lil' Kim]
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not be -I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C.
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since
[Lil' Kim]
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not be -I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C.
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since
Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump
Like it's way crunk, yeah,
Fake punks get they face lumped
Sent to the most high, by the most fit
You
Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump
Like it's way crunk, yeah
Fake punks get they face lumped
Sent to the most high, by the most fit
You
shot, (?)
I stay strapped, fuck you mean?
'Bout my green, I need bread, I'm like "Fuck the rest"
When I need bread, I'm like "Fuck the rest"
I be up
on the beat, I gotta come with the heat
It's David Banner, Yung Wun, and F-L-I-P
Get crunk in this thing, now set it off in this thing
We sippin' the lean
" because you're curious
Of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual
[parrish smith]
While I'm
seven last night
Self love that's self love
N-O-S-L-E-E-P
N-O-S-L-E-E-P
N-O-S-L-E-E-P
N-O-S-L-E-E-P
You stand out just being by yourself yourself
You can
mention? young nigga
[Chorus: ]
A-be-see-D-P-G-see
Ain't no l-i-m-i-to the t (ain't no limit)
I'm fuckin' wit G's that's makin' moves with thugs
You
Yeah yeah, fck I'm talkin' 'bout right here?
Niggas ain't ready knowhatimsayin?
My nigga P kiss, c'mon
Livin the life, steady keepin it tight
Never
Nigga I ain't sellin' dope
But I'm sellin' this beats and shit
Rhymes and all this bullshit (Yeah)
I'm sellin' this Crunk Energy Drink (Yeah)
Yo,
team freezed up
I know you knew the name, gull, when you seen us
Walkin' up in the V.I.P., I.M.P. when I walked by
Man, I, don't holla at no lame ho's
I
shots pulled back an squeeze
Take Keys break 'em down the o's and p's
And I'll ball like a mother fuckin' see-fee toe
I'm laced in this bitch like PCP,
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