Lyrics:
Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches
When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless
Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches
When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless
yall knew, for any nigga that wanna buck up, buck up
Get fucked up, I gotta 45 motherfucker
Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga
quick to believe the bullshit that they feed you
(Throw ya hands up high) You know why we here tonight
(Throw ya hands up high) While I read your rights
I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause
(I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
(I love it when
floor
'Cause it's clear I'm here
And I ain't leavin' up out this bi*ch
Till it's time to go!
Now put your hands in the air
Shake your body down slow
could call it the swine flow
Box hataz, on my coner got Wyclef
I push your mind right cause I don't throw no weak left
Every hit is a knock out punch
came
pants (baow)
I took a risk to get this on my hands
That's my lil' steppa, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up (mop it up) (it's Gucci)
Southside: lil' Key-C
I showing up, everybody got on they Nikes
And you know what everybody higher than a kite
Or they just leaning in they seat
Smoking
Southside: lil' Key-C
I showing up, everybody got on they Nikes
And you know what everybody higher than a kite
Or they just leaning in they seat
Smoking
Toby, one for the gentleman!
Hear the birdies cheeping
Helps to keep it cheery
Toby!
Throw the old woman out!
God, that's good!
What's your
a chance to
Alright then, I'm out
**Beeps**
[Mr. Shadow]
Hey wuz up Rob, I got your message dogg
Meet me at Michi Park at 8 o'clock sharp
Get ready for
feet up
I'ma make you bounce out this ho like Big Freedia
Pete O. used to throw a purple tint on a two liter
First private plane I ever rode was
feat. Mr. Lil One
[Mr. Lil One]
Everybody want to be knowing
How I be doing it when I be flowing
back up in this motherfucker
ready to server you
around, goons be on your top just like a Go-Pro
Them pounds we gon' blow those
We count it all then throw it up in slow-mo
I'm riding in my low-low
got the AK
Throw your hands up, if you're from the bay
I made my mind up
I'm only wearing based clothes
Feeling like SpaceGhost
But that nigga broke
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we still alive
Throw your hands up in the sky and say
"We don't care what people say"
it's over with)
Get up off your ass, stand by the door
You lazy in the trap (you really ain't sellin' shit)
I know I'ma make it out, but lately
I
I Mr Man I'm just Soldier Mac
Here I stand open hands I want all of that
Painting vivid pictures influenced by old prescriptions
Of people passing
on sight
Throw them hands to the sky
817 till I die
My goons slide
Knife up to ya throat induce the fear inside
Shit ain’t sweet that shit don’t fly
Slice
frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get
frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get
muthafuckers
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up
Now, I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to mothafuckas when they scrappin'
Blast and watch 'em back up
Get your boogie on, let it be known, and throw it up
I swear to God, I'll raise my right hand high 'til my shoulder collaps
C Mac over notable raps,
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