Lyrics:
We've been using the wrong way trynna get rich
And we been doin' some rituals like a witch, huh
You know what a witch likes
Every time she hitch
You say ah one for the trouble two for the time
Ah come on y'all let's rock that
Duck! Or wind up DOWN!!
Fiyah! Huh
Pal Joey in the house D
paid by the G's wit ease (word up)
We're blowin' up your fuckin' spot (no doubt)
'Cause when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not
Thoughts 2myself
Hook
Intro
I been looking for a way out tha shit
Every night tryna play out tha script but it dont work
Never thought that i would
how it is, it is what it is (here we go!)
When it's Spider and big Yay', we doin it which way?
Real big cause he stay where the rich stay (nigga)
on my fuckin' so I ride and I
Swerve, but we too clean fo da
Fuckin' street so I park on the kerb
[chorus x2]
[verse 2]
I got da chevey sittin' high, by
in the back seat
23's on my fuckin' so I ride and I swerve, but we too clean fo da
Fuckin' street so I ride wit a perve
[chorus x2]
[verse 2
back seat
23's on my fuckin' so I ride and I
Swerve, but we too clean fo da
Fuckin' street so I park on the kerb
[chorus x2]
[verse 2]
I got da
the hard way, queens in Bombay
My regional army throws explosive parties
We've rose in the hierarchy
Hose in the fire escape, world wide
Connected by
we doin barbecuin' a leg
Doin' it under the air fluence so the music got you movin' in it
Nobody on the wall
Nobody sittin' at all
It's like
we turn it up a little
Cuz you know we gotta do it and we doin it well
I'm about to explode
Heat it up a little more, beat it up a little more, boy
wrote
Shake off the sadness soot
It's doin' me good
Embrace the solitude
It's doin' me good
I'm darting through the traffic alone
Dim shadows
get undressed
See how wasted we can get
Come with us and then get undressed
See how wasted we can get
Get high, get drunk, get high,
Get drunk,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yea yeah yeah
Yeah yeah huh
Yeah-yeah yo yeah yeah
(I got two cribs two spots!)
Crystalline diamonds it fuck up
the house and
we standin on the couch
Wit my drink n my 2 step my drink n my 2 step
Three glasses in a row you start to think I was Q-tip
Bartender pour
Divi up let's go!
(Sub Chorus)
Pushin'
Keep on pushin' (that i dont wanna waste)
Keep on pushin' (by the money you make)
Keep on pushin' (Sit
Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Race against time, ha part two
You know, haha,
Uh, see'mon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
Nothin like the future
[Verse 1]
Guess
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
What's a girl like you
Doin' in a place like
And we're doin' up speed
(We're skiddin')
We're still servin' food to the fiends
Everyone tryna live that lifestyle dream
(Dream, fuck it)
Bro's in love with
setting up federal appointments now
Nigga all in court, pointin' out
Daddy not knowing what he doin' to his child
We gon' mail him his finger when he get
wasn't thinking then
I wasn't thinking then
Talkin on my bed
She push me against the wall
We doin something else instead
Givin me head
Then she climb
You know I be doin you right
cll through the night
We get lost in time
You know that in the cM
You will be cravin
Something so sweet
I know what ya
again, I gotta go by noon
Alright, I'm done, I'm done
Fah, fah, yeah
Sire, all my niggas with it, bitch, we don't know how to lose
I got 30 groupie bitches
my ways
Drop a few lines, leave a bitch in a daze
Have her homegirls wonderin' what she do
Fucked around and gave me that pussy too
I be doin' this
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