Lyrics:
oughta get 'em smarter
Baby take my order
The only shark that swim in Henn no water
got ya daughter doin' shit you don't think she oughta
Gave
stars
They know who we are (Where we going?) WESTSIDE
Nigga meet me by the bar
[Bridge: ]
Shake it off shake it off take it off
Break it off
Is crumbling to the ground
There's no time to run
We're stuck in the ruins of it all
Girl it's so hard for me to let you go
But i think it's the right
thing
Stop saying it's only blondes that I bring
Cuz I almost singed Spice
Same label as Obie Trice
You scared of f*cking lice?
Who's that girl
dating deadpool, yeah
Like a furnace, girl you hot to the touch,
Who am i kidding, i could not get enough,
In the drop, counting guap, bout to cop
dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things
I think you're truly something special (oh)
Just what my dream are really made of (dreams are really made of)
Let's stay together you and me boy
twice
She a real Spice Girl, I ain't tryna be nice
This is a showdown, you can bring the thotties turn it into a hoedown
I think I caught too many bodies
neck?
She's discovered wearing last night's dress
The carnal and cunning, she couldn't express
Who do you think she's trying to impress?
I think
talking 'bout my life on it
That ain't my dick, it's a Desert Eagle
Punched the kicks, now I step illegal
She can do the good girl act
But the head a demon
Ahhh
That Was good as well
What happen
I think I heard the beat
Ooooo my dayzzz
Balling jarring
They just wanna know
When am 10 toes
Girl can sing
that opp up in the sky
Hell hounds and hell cats, like who woulda thought
AR's with a vest you might think we the swat
I ain't fishin' with this pole,
There's a baby sister in the mix
And it hurts 'cause the pieces to the puzzle don't fit
And anybody who thinks they know us doesn't know shit
And they're
fucking with the majors
Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold
Freezin' up your bodily fluids, your style is old
You runnin' your mouth, but
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things
almost filled my swimming pool
I'm not demonic but sometimes I'm cynical
These niggas digital, don't give a fuck what you finna do
Young rich nigga
In this big lake I’m the lock ness
I get the whole cake and clean up the mess
Don’t gotta put up a fuss
When the whole buss is up
Goth girl are you
coming pay the price being stupid
shawty want to preach bout peace like a Buddhist
my stupid ass thinking yeah we can do this
knew you was bout when
I think you're truly something special (oh)
Just what my dream are really made of (dreams are really made of)
Let's stay together you and me boy
do not cost a penny
I swear I been balling since I was a teen
A lot of you boys going bald in your 20s
My old bitch a dub, her contract is ending
My
the key, what would you do, E?
I'd be up in that motherfucker watchin' my latest video brought to you by
Trass G and Trey Dogg from the California Music
A rap that'll cap like a true blue rap
Not a washed-up almost MC sap
Little girls so fresh and I know you are
Wanna take a little ride in my new car
I
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