Lyrics:
I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
[Chorus: ]
I'm a Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line
Ride fly daily, all year 'round
I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
[Chorus: ]
I'm a Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line
Ride fly daily, all year 'round
To a parallel prize
The walks by faith
The sight lines lie
How am I gonna tag along
With one tin ear
And one glass eye?
Well I...
I can't get there
You're on TMZ
Stalking you
Just waiting by a front door
Trailing you through
Airport security
They were TMZ
They were TMZ
We caught this Oscar nominee
Thinkin' November bout the time that we had just walkin' by the stone walls
No Sally don't get down, cause I've been lookin' all over town
For a brand new
nothing about them, and no one cares
Aladdin and The Forty Thieves
Enhanced by brand new special effects
Saddam and his cow disease spiced up
With some
nothing about them, and no one cares
Aladdin and The Forty Thieves
Enhanced by brand new special effects
Saddam and his cow disease spiced up
With some
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
birthday
Wait, don't think they heard me
I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
[Chorus]
[B.G.]
I'ma Hot Boy, that's name brand and top
they're all hill
RA is R-A-W
You know that, that had the road mad
No metaphor, just smack and know facts
When I clap MACs, it's bags and dog tags
So
Yoda
A Florida, Pensacola
There's more to roll-a by Motorola
I'm in control-a, I hit the quota
I made this beat sound while
I was in Minnesots
Fuck,
wanna be served by a millionaire (Skraight up)
Still would get you hit if I was a billionaire (On God)
Pull up to the Gucci store to chill in there (On
day at work at the clinic-of-hair
Then you remember that you're off
And you don't even gotta go up there
But how were you supposed to have remembered
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
Saw a sight today
You don't always see see
There was a three legged dog
Just passing me
Something 'bout that dog
Took me by surprise
It was his
and he said his name was Bernie
I put in a Slim Whitman tape, my wife put on a brand new hair net
Kids were in the back seat jumping up and down,
and he said his name was Bernie
I put in a Slim Whitman tape, my wife put on a brand new hair net
Kids were in the back seat jumping up and down,
play
Cape Stain coloured bru we Crippin'
When I aim you know there's no Missing (Pew Pew)
What a pity
You a poodle dog and I'm a pity
(Rrrraaah)
My hands
with the dog then you must be a cat
Now tally ho and away we go, see you next week with a brand new show
I want the funk I want that OG
There's
The most raucous party ever
Wasn't after a premiere
It wasn't after the Oscars or BAFTA's and
There was no one famous there
It happened in 1994 in
Yeah, yeah, what the deal Dog?
Where you from?, BK, NYC, reppin' wid the DPG
Yeah, what the dealy, yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC
Everything else cool,
the oscars
With my smiling brevity
This song ain’t gonna write itself
This posse got it going on like no one else
We landed by Jet at LAX
Got off the plane
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
Bitch, yeah, ha
Compton most wanted
Haunted by the ghost of the dead
Climbing out the casket
With a bullet in the head
All blue, all red, smothers
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