Lyrics:
(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap
Late night hustle goin' down in the city
A one way street on the wrong
And we're doin' this well kinda smooth
So what's you're gonna do Dre Kick it!
It's so on le the shit flow on
Because I need somethin' to go off
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, huh
Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?
Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang,
We gon' let the band deal with this
Ha ha, mmm-hmm
M-I-A Style, heh, old school, uh hah
Okay, shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ah hah,
We gon' let the band deal with this
Ha ha, mmm-hmm
M-I-A Style, heh, old school
Uh hah
Okay, shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ridin
to face it
If we got a burnout, we doin' the race
He got the ho turnt out, she doin' the most
Get in her ear bitch I need this amount
She better come back
the mothauckin' buldin'
And we doin' it, so, so mothauckin' big
Big charts in te buldin'
M dolla in the buldin'
We gettin' money nigga
And when you see me in
the mothauckin' buldin'
And we doin' it, so, so mothauckin' big
Big charts in te buldin'
M dolla in the buldin'
We gettin' money nigga
And when you see me in
mind hm
I'm tired of these fake ads
Sayin' you can become an influencer
Grow by thousands for 2.97 today
I really wonder how many influencers are fake
goals
Yeah I'll take two pair of those
I love the way my toes feel in the cyberfoam soles when I'm doin shows
Who knows, I'm prepared to go to and fro
All
blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, 'cause nowadays kids is getting fucked by their reverend
So many people, you gotta make exceptions 'cause
by Ms. Dot 'partment
Ay, ay Bubba Sparxx shoot we down to the spot
Them young G's up on that corner, done made the porch hot
Them folk say they
and then we never did drop
You still here to jam me in two thousand and one
Then me and D'll take the money and run
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Hey, hey, hey
Bring me two turkeys back like it's Thanksgiving
That's how we do in Texas my nigga, so how you livin'
Up in the game since the early 90's
Never sleep
no time to be waitin' on
This is it, this is the only life we got
I be saying that, but I'm still tryna' figure that out
So what gives?
Been tryna get
for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
One, two and you don't stop, yo my
P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In the ghetto we turnin' fine hoes into petals
hands on our metals never have to fetch
P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In the ghetto we turnin' fine hoes into petals
hands on our metals never have to fetch
Couples pics and then we on to the next
Grab a bag then we move to the next
Swiping cards then it's probably amex
What you want mmm whatever the max
Get Funky!
Who woulda guessed,
We'd be doin' it like this,
Scandalous,
For all the brothers who can't handle this,
Thousand Foot takin' up mad
I go deeper
She in love wit my dick she a screamer
When I'm done she want more like a sequel
So we run a part two like a sequel
Blowing gas doin shit
I tell my neighbor, don't ask for a favor (Nah)
Dirty Diana, been tryna save her (Hee Hee)
It's 2 AM, I'm back on road we just linked
I need more
thing
Baby, let me take a look
Oh Lord, me want all the girls in the whole world
I know what I'm doin' is so wrong
But, since no man can focus
We
thuggin
Turned out by the streets
We third world livin in my city
Our children turned killers
Got the eyes of a murderer
And they couldn't be littlier
Young
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