Lyrics:
Is because of Lewis Latimer's carbon filament
Frederick Jones created the mobile cooling unit to preserve food on long trips
George Speck and sister
My Oldmobile is a cold mobile
Got a cold, young chick down in Mobile
My stacks so fat can't even hold that
Fold that, lay flat like I lack no wheel
of that
That's not putting food on Keyshawn's table
Or clothes on her back
Maury, Maury, Maury, I'd just like to say
Metaphysics, religious scripture
Read
rêve brûlant
Était notre carburant
Un écosystème
Pour musiciens bohèmes
Un incroyable tandem
Qui unit et vous promène
La Bong Mobile
C’était la vie
Aii ye yee
Shell dun
Gbra nation
Too much chemical inna we food and we drinks so mi scared now
Di girl just born a fresh baby but she cyan tell
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Cheek
Moving the units we trapping all over the interstate
cin't doing no time for putting food all on my dinner plate
Investing my 1s and 2s
And I Pop My Shit
Young Buck:
But I Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
These Niggas Want
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
She's a small mobile intelligent unit
Got what it takes and she knows how to use it
Planets and place don't mean nothing to her
Moguls and minors are
Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
a i'm with my haitian crew
Any beef with G Unit niggas'll
Eat you like Jamaican food
A year ago I was making moves
The closet I ever been to ny was Crush
cannot reach
StateFarm's got the loot
Put it in the unit then go have food
Go against StateFarm, you're rude
I like the units that move
Storage unit
virtue)
Maybach, fish bowl, creep in it like a turtle (creep)
Big stacks, won't fold, taller than a hurdle (won't fold)
Gang unit lookin' for my young
haven't heard the
Aban nsa aka wo you go send the
BOOM Dem go kill person these girls dem go kill person
Mobile Money be the new blessing that be why these
"G-Unit"
There's no competition, it's just me
50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets
If David could go against Goliath with a stone
I can go
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
and
I'm still on the grind
When you ain't in my clique
It's hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!
I don't dream now that I'm
food clown
I ain't gotta huff and puff you know my style
Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out
I got cash motherfucker, I could have you touched
But
Can't make no money with, know what I mean?
If I can't make no money wit' you
Fuck you nigga! G-Unit nigga!
That's what's up cause I
Said that's what's up
My boy just left Colombia
Bitch we going global
Tap in its a feat price but you can hit my mobile
Charge a nigga for a photo
Charge a nigga to use my
If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you nigga
G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup
I get money, money I got
So its a 100
and recent
Producing beats writing bars
And engineer like he a threesome
They said he got food then they will eat him
Get 3 taken like Liam Neeson
I'm sitting
and G-Unit hop back in that (Bat!) mobile
It ain't gonna be no more rap it's gonna be (Brrat!)
Retaliation, it'll be like them Muslim Shiia (Attacks!)
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