Lyrics:
Always talking sideways, grasping at straws, just try'na be somebody
Ain’t back up what you talk, you know your work is only spotty
Talking ‘bout
if it come for me
Pull a Bentley truck if you really know what's up with me
Go Go
I'm from Florida, we put up a four
Go GO
I'm from Florida, we put up
out plays to LeBron,
ask Shaq what he need man,
made a call, now we got him up in Cleveland,
take a flight in the evening,
be back in the morning, it
ASEDA Remix
Verse 1
Se mesore anopa hema, Me sre Yehowah mpaebo
(When I wake up in the morning, I pray to Jehovah)
Memba yi ene medwuma, Egya Onyame
to say
Like both times by literally plucking it out of the sky
Because I do not know what words I'm going to say
In time missed up partly
Messed up, rargh
ooohhhh
Now they like nnnooo
What baby, thats how ruff ryders roll
Verse two: jadakiss
When i pop up
I lock shop up
Pull the drop up
Park a block
trend setta's
I'm a franchize nigga
Have a mil or betta'
6-0-6-4-4-6-9-4
Blo' dro', wit' the the windows up on deuce 4's
Purple, candy paint
Brand
time for us to go,
let me in
don't missing
we will start to flow,
can you feel it like I feel it
do it up and down,
wait a sec
what I feel
now there is
night you know what's what,
And if you're blaaagh you know what's what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed,
JB's, Mr. On, Double O. Loose. JB's
What ya got
Breathe, don't stop
Come on, let's make it hot [Repeat: x 4]
Jump aboard if you're ready
of shooters on the pay roll
Hold up Scooter
I got shooters
You got a shooters?
Aye man what?
Get it down by that fresh man, you're sitting by
and gentlemen, Tame got more balls than Wimbledon
So step up and get your fronts cracked
by the blunt crackin rapper, and get your bitch before I smack her
Dumbo's gone
Word to Uncle Ron, I'm turnin' into an non-humble Don
You blonde dumb, all I got is d- for you to come blow on
So start the show, but I need
What is a nightmare?
The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dream
A nightmare
I used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn't superstitious
Remix,
We gotta lotta money,
Come on we didn't have to hurt em' like
Dis 50, well anyway, g-unit!
I got money in the bank (yea)
Shawty what
Benz, Cartier tint lens, what?
I dig yo' steez, knock knees, trunk full
Body all lumped up, lifestyle Trumped up
Platinum blonde, hazel eyes chinky
Benz, Cartier tint lens, what?
I dig yo' steez, knock knees, trunk full
Body all lumped up, lifestyle Trumped up
Platinum blonde, hazel eyes chinky
New bitch same fight new city new flight
Four shows in a night four hoes in my ride
Ooh I think I hit a nerve ooh I think I hit a nerve
I walk into
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
Yo!? Yo BD right now we're in da booth
I just felt like I'd like to phone you to
To tizzy it up and what not
Talk to dem my brudda
Com' on! ya know
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh
Do what I, hey, hey
They do what I say
They do what I say
We get paid by the week
Paid by the week
We
Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked
Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago
What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you
don't keep walking by
Now why didn't you try
Cause you don't want to exist
And never be seen
So let's wake up
Change the world
Our time is now
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