Lyrics:
Uh huh, Moving Music, MF, Kush Baby
Can't nobody do it Like This, Like This, Like This
You know we ain't never gonna slip, so don't trip, don't trip
got a new recruit to this land of hope and glory
Hands behind backs and legs apart and tell us all of your unfortunate story
Who me, sir?
Yes, you sir
on the go
And there's a lot more to it
If you check in to it
But the problem is you probably
Just can't do it
Ya don't stop the body rock
Fab 5 is in
As the gourmets among you will tell you, of course
Ladies and gentlemen
You can't imagine the rapture in store
Just inside of this door!
There you'll sample
shoulders, I don't need no gun
But it's the nineties, and niggas don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't want
these shoulders
I don't need no gun but it's the nineties
And niggas don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't
on the money
And the peace signs
Blind Eyes covered by the greed
The Herb, the Syrup
Whatever you could find
Now I find you
No Cappin I can't live without you
going all out
And that's word to my niece
Spoil my plans
I don't think so man
Be'cause you just get juked by the slip of the hand
Word to abnormal live
They build you up
They break you down
They'll say they love you now but they not around
You signed for war
So hold it down
I can't believe it shawty,
naked when I close my eyes
That's not dog shit, big unc', you got a lot of fives
I fuck ugly bitches like a nigga that ran out of dimes
I think I'm
Over time, our prime
Slips away, you know
The game is so unkind
And here we are in overtime
I can't remember how I got this scar
Here we are in overtime
gotta give
Never fall off on my hustle i cant fumble i cant slip
My grandma told me that one day I'm gonna make it and be big
Me and Angelstar go way
the News say you disappeared
If you can't bang then back up
If you talk heavy then back it up
We the ones causing all the ruckus
So everybody tryna scrap
the News say you disappeared
If you can't bang then back up
If you talk heavy then back it up
We the ones causing all the ruckus
So everybody tryna scrap
the News say you disappeared
If you can't bang then back up
If you talk heavy then back it up
We the ones causing all the ruckus
So everybody tryna scrap
the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the soulful records that are tasteful
Last night the DJ saved my life
'Cause
by
I don't know why but everybody gotta die some time
Who the wisest?
Now tell me who you scrutinizing?
My words are brutalizing, so I don't have
blood on the money, we savagin'
You can tell by the driver we havin' it, yeah
We took it easy, so don't press your luck
When I feel like squeezin', my
As the gourmets among you will tell you, of course
Ladies and gentlemen
You can't imagine the rapture in store
Just inside of this door!
There you'll sample
fuckers pinged up on my radar
I guess I'm shining that's what they be throwing shade for
I mix the Bombay and Sprite when I get thirsty
You weak
homegirl G
See, vee like the mix and vee like the twist of em
Face, you can hit it first and then we can switch
It ain't no fun if my homey can't twist
of red
When she just see a lot of read receipts
An awful lot of messages
I dreaded when you sent you texted me
I know you been up stressing but I'm coolin
Dogg, what up, mane?
Word on the streets is you ain't what you used to be
I gang bang to the fullest
A lot of niggas talk about it but they
I don't need a hoe
You can break yourself but you can't break me
You never met a player like $hort, baby
I knew a dick sucker named Betty-Jo
Took
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