Lyrics:
this what it's 'bout
We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth
We Memphis niggas
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe,
this what it's 'bout
We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth
We Memphis niggas
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe,
Comin' up I wanted the money roll to get the honor roll
Bitch is so bad to think about a man in conscience code
And I take this bitches over a 100
Rick Ross:
See it go like dis started what is
Made it to a burb now im da shit
Nigga thats my word pull up in da whip
See us on da curb hands
gone
If you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
Aiight look...
So this is what we ask of our fans
If you ever see
sweat perfection, given that the value given is great.
No GV for me, when I'm writing my rhymes.
Benign guy but every line delivering signs
shit that I gezzit you bitches can't get
The Memphis, The A, the North, the South
Is on the grind, we will not quit
The under-underground rap smoke
(To Terrell)
That girl wanna give it up (The thick girl)
That girl wanna give it up (A slim girl)
That girl wanna give it up (The dark girl)
That girl
can feel good, but you know what it is
I'm only tryin' to get in and handle my business
[Chorus]
[Slim & Ryan Leslie]
Slow down, slow down,
I don't like you which ain't consistent with history
I was picked on as a kid and they don't know what Slim did for me
But I'm here now, and I fight
still awake and baking that sun is still beaming
Rappers crying on Live now, is that what Im really seeing
Worried about what number they are on somebody
the valet dude, to buck you right by my slab
And get what you can grab, from Grey Goose to Bacardi
I'm inviting the world, to my gangsta party
[Chorus:
the valet dude, to buck you right by my slab
And get what you can grab, from Grey Goose to Bacardi
I'm inviting the world, to my gangsta party
[Chorus:
accused
I leave ya funky
I put my trunk-y
Hair by a monkey
So what ya self cuz I'm down to act a donkey
In the N.O. town, jackers 3, 4 deep
Put ya sleep if
Is it true that young Forbes had to marry that Faggot
He met in the Vale of Kashmir?
Have you had any news
Or that chap in the “Blues”,
Was it
we
You digg what i'm sayin
Absolutely
From muh fucking Portland to Miami nikka
From the 503 to the 305
The Earth is our turf
Ya feel me
Ya digg
Talk
you rather count money
Or count blessings?
Let the cops kill us off without stressing
Or go to war, like what is martial law to me?
Oh pardon me
A part
time, our eyes looking slim
and im leaning again, leaning again
Go get your friends so we can pour it with them
and im leaning again, leaning again
Show
put it down for all the thugsters
And the gangstas naw I mean, dig these blues cutty what
[Slim Thug]
Slim and 50 gon drop classics, to the day they
the day is done
Night-time on The City of New Orleans
A-changin' cars a-down in Memphis, Tennessee
Well, a half way home, and a we gonna be there by
Chick Corea
Miles Davis is part of tomorrow's jazz line-up
And tonight they're doing rock and blues
There's supposed to be more, uhh music from The Who
the city
Junky slim what is the business
Turning these rags into riches
Still finessing in the trap getting them racks in
Real junky need my front and my
I think this is probably the first time
This has been played on the air
(yeah, fuck all y'all friendly ass
Niggas it's Kream Clicc Gang
Bang nigga
South Memphis nigga, Miami Cuban links, yeah
Bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, you can call me Master Key, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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