Lyrics:
O-R(rrr)-D-I-N-A-R(rrr)-Yiiiii-R(rrr)-A-P-P-E-R(rrr)-N-I(iii)-G-G-E-R(rrr)-S
On our chest is weak-in-ess.
The press is telling us liiiiiiiiieessssssss!
We will not tolerate
white men raping black men black men
Taking 'em
and Chuck McGee III have several tracks available online that I enjoy breathing along with, and I’ve learned much from their sessions.
This wouldn’t be
don't break a sweat baby, even if it's sunny
Ladies they love me, I'm Fresh like Doug E.
I hated being broke so I made money my buddy (haha)
I promise I
Semtex, 279, Dr. Wax, Jason Eavre, HMV, Envy
What up, Envy? Get Real, Flex, Funk Master, Flex, yeah (Violet)
Can't forget E-Nyce, (Eric Lowe), the entire
to twenty stop the bout
Go to your corner, time out
A-b-c-d Old Man Mcgee
E-f and G says come and see
H-i-j-k my cow René
L-m-n-o-p all she does is pee
We some TRIPLE OG’s
Asuave and Hugh E MC
Hustlin like 123
Exclusively
From the city
Sf the city is dope
Rbl man I ain't no joke
We some hustler's
know where I'll be
'Cause if I ever am in doubt I'll just send it back to Harvey
(Hugh you're supposed to go up-line there)
I'll just send it back
HO 2 PALI E UNA TRAVERSA MA NON PARLO DEL PALLONE
SONO COME LA PAVONE BALLO IL BALLO DEL MATTONE
HO LEI SOTTO DA 3 ORE MENTRE LE FAI DA SOTTONE
MI
disse a eles
Hold my beer
Can't nothing stop him. The boy is a mess
Já lá vão anos as one of the best
Top 3, e a pressionar o #1 e #2
Tipo tou a ligar pra
a Harley
Got the 3.5 in me let's party
Got the 3.5 in me I'm tripping
Got the E and J and you know I got Bacardi
I been smoking heavy and a nigga been
nine lives
Well I'm the P-L-A, why-E-are
I lay bunnies, like Hugh Heffner
I'm her flavor, kinda saucy
I lay back and let the young freak toss me
was prickin' my finger 'fore you knew what a fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us
se nthibe Le ha nkaba la ncheha le ka se mpitli Le eme nqa ele nngoe seka kolo e senang mabili.
Chorus 3
Bridge
La mtseng (la ntse la ntse la ntseba)
bank og tilbake
Til sengs, nye laken
Til land du fe jetlag som e i bagasjen
Du sa du kan brekke det ned
Vi gjor 1, og so 2, og so 2, og so 3
Cash money
was prickin' my finger 'fore you knew what a fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us
Let's have a chit chat
Dramatic, nigga (D-D-Dramatic)
Life ain't regular, the new 20-20 Hugh Hefner
In the future like a Jetson, hover scooters
bitch gon' dress like a pinata for
Halloween cause she let e'rybody hit
I walk in ya front door leave e'rybody hit
Even the family pet three rounds all
invite her friend round and get my second f***
Girls wanna play with the guy
Body 10/10 but her face is alright
Came I arrived then I c*** i* h** e**
Then
a pile
Drop the temperature, 'til the coroner start zippin' ya
Be-ball player, I shoot from the perimeter
Two shot, three shot, all into ya
On mics I
'em in 3-D
if I'm outta town I phone home like E.T.
drive a CE, try CL fever
move plenty coke, got more spots than Cheetahs
got heaters, ain't scared
Yeah, lil hoe, I'm bout whatever
Don't play, boy. I'm not Hugh Hefner
Stack my bread, and make my cheddar
Like my drip, girl this Margiela
In her
connection to free stuff
You wanna ride, grab ya laptop and surf's up
Head to mininova or Tee Pee Bee
Go on an isohunt DL an NZB
Download Twilight 3, in 1080p
rolling around with dumb dumbs
Looking for them dumb dumbs
Splash em with 3
And peace off with the lump sum
Still W.E. D.R.O to the p
Leavin em R.I.P
For
It's the motherfucking S to the I to the E-R-A-D-Z-A-N
You finally die, it's the- it's the motherfucking, it's the motherfucking
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,
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