Lyrics:
a damn line
Pop trunk, surround
Me and my partnas, yeah you know we comin down
Diamonds in our grill
Tell me how ya feel
Nigga wassup, yeah we got gold
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel
start to get scared, sit back and spark an idear
Figured you can diss me to jump start your career
I'll punch you in your fuckin chest til your heart
Chyeah, cut me up, man
Cut me up in the phones, yeah
That's right
Chyeah
Chyeah
Uh-oh
Uh-oh
I got the Birdman in my presence, so you know it's
that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't never changing from Screw
Seen the slugs that you spittin' at me, I mean the slugs that you missin'
Mix-A-Lot a sucker
Who you callin' sucker, lip-synching motherfucker
Move the set boy how's this fiasco
I'm in your gutter and I'm singin' like Tabasco,
gotta do is believe, all I gotta do is believe
You come in by yourself and you gon' leave by yourself (you gon' leave by yourself)
You know that pussy
from Tha Dogg Pound
Now you know and I know
Rule number one, you can't trust no ho
Now you can get caught up in the mix real fast
The ho gon' slip
in the mix real fast
The ho gon' slip away, get away with all your cash
You gots to stay up on your toes when it come to hoes
I bust a brand new ho
more like a 100 yard dash
I done been through the worst of the worst times
Trust me but I still seen it all pass, all pass
Don't you know that one day
Cruiser the Beach Cruiser
Sliding through the streets on
My Black Beach Cruiser Beach Cruiser the Beach Cruiser
Aye bro you ain't gon believe
What happen
rock
I got a buzz like a shot of Palmer Sun
And the women fall in love as
They fall in my crotch
Now understand that I’m all that you’ve got
Give me
I can't fix
‘Cause I can do in the mix
It's not a problem that I can't fix
‘Cause I can do in the mix
Everyone will see that you're down with me
ride around town
Like damn
Like damn, watch hell break loose
Got my mmhm in the bag
Mix it up with that loose
7 grams of Psilocybin, me and her just keep
that's sealed
A bag of gelato and a bag of pills
I got two pints in a book bag
I ain't pay for 'em, you know I took that
White boy try and show me he got
all, pose naked in the camisole (nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)
You got a baby by me, I got a baby by you
Whaddya mean? I'ma always be able to plug you
You
on your stop
You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop
Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block
Godfather like Harry-O
a problem That I can't fix
Cause I can do in the mix
It's not a problem That I can't fix
Cause I can do in the mix
Everyone will see that you're down with me
u all in
A ride if i fly in a jet in my hood u
Need a chopper might get by
Wit a techya hear me
My young got the chopper once he turn
Around it's
Mo'Nique
How you want smoke you got no leaf
Three go retarded I'm OD
Boy how the fuck do you know me?
You keep on talking I think you the police
Only me
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
will tell our different stories in 21 days
You messaged me asking if I had time to call tonight there are some things you wanna say
It's been 2 days
take off a season
Keep a glocki no can't stop this the last thang you'll be seein
Hell yeah boy you best believe it
I put my faith in you and this is
take 5, girls, take it one more time)
Bathing beauty, on the beach
Very nice, Meg
Do you think so, mother, really?
You've come a long way since
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