Lyrics:
still is the best thang goin'
Any extra dough, come invest in hoe'in
But I clap that boy, kidnap and wrap that boy
Clap, we ready, I'ma mastered boy
Tattooed covered body, almost all of them for Jesus
I'ma pick you up in my '16 Prius
I cannot break at the thought of you taking a shot by somebody like me
they be robbing
As long as Big Boi's still living, never standing by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
to go.
But I ain't never turnin' down this stereo you can bury my soul in the radio.
When you get like this, when you get like me,
When everybody knows
love me (love)
Like you used to love me (love)
Anymore (more)
I hate the fuck boy shit and you know this
Anything I can to get in your emotions
was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you
to spend, they go crazy.
(Verse 1):
I'm going to tell you a story in stereo,
About the pimping game, that you should know.
But if you don't, it's
but you don't hear me though
Live in stereo, pumpin loud until your speaker blow
Ghetty-o slang pro, sling rap for cash flow
Keep it live from
on, nigga
I feel you all up in my belly" (Haha)
I do my dirt all by myself
Don't need no motherfucking celly (Not me)
In other words I'm doing dirty
"yeah boy!" - Sample from Flavor Flav
"I know you gonna dig this
- Sample from Car Wash (1976)
"Pump up the volume - Sample
From Rakim on Eric
B
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah
I can
still gettin' paid while you look at me mean
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
But I know I can't live without my radio
I'm the leader
still learning
Life like the wave and I'm tryna surf it
God is loving and we don't deserve it
It is by grace we did not earn it
You came in my lane
(Call me a Florida boy)
My bitch'll pull up in the Chevy, you can't keep up with her
(Call me a Florida boy)
You ain't gon' hit me for no lick, bitch I
they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up n****, if you want some
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no thang but
beat's so crazy
Punks like you don't phase me
Big man, muscle in the window
Kickin' live in a four door Benzo
Ripped, with muscles I'm furious
Emcees
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
combat's Jurassic, Staraptor
I ace on my aerial shit, in the stereo mix
Gotta tear a EQ, I'ma bury a bitch
Yeah, if Barry hit's, your barrier's bricked
Hope
you can't take it out the team, Ty my dealer
Mama's crib in sweats and slippers
Hit the weed It don't get realer than me
The clock done cut it's red
And when it comes to rhyming
M&m is kind of like me, just backwards
And in fact if you spell the alphabets
That's up in his name like that (Backwards)
Then
AttenCHUN!
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, mix, mix, mix
Remix
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine
def jam
But since I gave you all a little something
That we knew you lacked
They still consider me a new jack
All the critics you can hang 'em
I'll
throw hands
Throw shots exchange your heat
Meet up by the metro stop with your whole fleet
Boy what you walking like when walking on the streets
Say
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