Lyrics:
you no dates
Thirty baked lays chips for a very low rate
She displayed greatness, so I ate the whole plate
Only once I finished did she say plate so dro
squatting, squatting
Low, low low, low low, yeah
Low low, low low, low low
Low low, low, low, l-low
Mi say ramping, ramping, ramping, ramping
Dem ting me
romance, low rent rendezvous
Then he said, "You don't look like my type, but I guess you'll do"
Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous
He said, "I'll
Big chips! (Woo!)
We off in Vegas drinking and partying
We got chicks in swimsuits modeling
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dipping low
The way
Big chips! (Woo!)
We off in Vegas drinking and partying
We got chicks in swimsuits modeling
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dipping low
The way
the fuck are you testing (Slow)
Pockets run low, why the fuck is he flexing (Ho)
Pockets run slow, why the fuck are you testing (Slow)
Pockets run slow, why
COD on the PS3
I'm like DP, or PE, or KRS from BDP
Download this on your MP3
Send it to your MP & MTV
You're not on this thing like ADD
Your CD I rate
play with my chips
I'm flippin da script
By boosting da crime rate
I'll handle it my way
She lovin it my way
Dat ass super fat
Don't hit from da back
I
but these punks won't get me
We got four niggas in low riders and ski masks
Screamin', "Thug Life" every time they pass, all eyes on me
Live
but these punks won't get me
We got four niggas in low riders and ski masks
Screamin', "Thug Life" every time they pass, all eyes on me
Live
Still paint chips droppin' on the floor, my lord, uh
God bless ya, smooth like Drexler
Mind state trained to move itself like Tesla (uh)
Crime rate
rate oh what a crazy thrill,
Too lazy to be real, too hazy to be trill, nothing fazed me enough to ever make it through, although I've made with this
Seven years, I'm still on stage
Singing to myself, I'm still high
Low enough to touch the ground
Yeah, it's easy, so sleazy
Keep your good looks
empty by the lampshade
I'm out of Excedrin again, great
Too early to tell, but at this rate
I'm thinkin' this might be a bad day
I walk out
Follow'll Holla We Scream Go Get Ya Some
Things Go Get You A Thing Load It Up With Hollow Ones Light It Up Like A Hallogen Look At The Crime Rate, No Wonder
it loose
She said, "You don't look like my type, but I guess you'll do"
Third rate romance
Low rent rendezvous
And he said, "I'll even tell you
And at this current rate he wake up
Everyday in the same reoccurring state
Where he look in the mirror and
Doesn't recognize the person he face
Feels so
it loose
She said, "You don't look like my type, but I guess you'll do"
Third rate romance
Low rent rendezvous
And he said, "I'll even tell you
Skrrrt !!!
Crashin’ the Bentley
If I had a Bentley
Got 3 niggas and they all riding with me
Imma make ya get low till ya can’t stand wit me
Finger
really did this kinda thing before, have you?
Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous.
--- Instrumental with ad libs. ---
They left the bar, and got in
cities, hoods, and slums, the best seller is drugs
And money is the only thing that get love
They say don't let it make you, but that's how they rate you
Touched down in 95
What a time to be alive
Been trill my whole life
Don't mess with the other side
When the chips are down I thrive
Up north now
Who that
With the
Big bag
That's me
Pull up
No bag
So sad
Not me
I heard y'all cheap
Man that shit weak
At the bank like meech
Y'all pockets low
a show
I had a 7, I went to a zip (hit me!)
Now I got za for the low
If you need hit me 312-361- nah im playing look
Wassup lil bitch (WASSUP!)
I been
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