Lyrics:
Yeah, you know what it is, Bubba Sparxxx, Jamelia
Me and my folks, it's some truly new southern copenhaniacs
Get your head together, it's on bitch,
Yo yo
I need no introduction everybody
Heard of 50 Cent and heard of G-Unit
I'm not high tech and I'm not qualy
You see me in the club
You
It's all on me, it's Self Made 3
You want the half or the whole thang?
M-M-Maybach Music
Double MG, we bulletproof, huh!
Creepin' through the block
According to news, we're all fucked
Man are keeping a toolie tucked
No youth clubs, no money, no houses
Poor people are shit outta luck
Studio flat,
king, hear them shoutin'
First class ticket invitation
Gyal from New York, England and Jamaica
Everyday, we be burnin' not concernin' what nobody
king, hear them shoutin'
First class ticket invitation
Gyal from New York, England and Jamaica
Everyday, we be burnin' not concernin' what nobody
age of a bigger man
Oi kid come check out the wingspan doing it fly
We going in ham
From when I hit club brandy's come
Mans will bun brandy's done
Then
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
believe me"
And, "What's up with these new niggas?"
And why they think it all comes so easy?
But get it while you here, boy
'Cause all that hype don't
Everything I ever wore was once worn before
Roll with the punches now it's box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis, steamin' my marijuana
Double MGs
believe me"
And, "What's up with these new niggas?"
And why they think it all comes so easy?
But get it while you here, boy
'Cause all that hype don't
in as we travel
Across so many different lands
A new fighter has entered the battle
The elite can do more to handle
Some little punk
Who can't hold
sleeping
30 MG‘s baby I'm geekin
Flew back to the city like we up at Rosenbergs
Spilt Rozay on the seats
Pardon my Buzzin
I need a Karen civil type
full of crooks, rape and pillage
They'll do anything for money while misleading the village
[Chorus]
Not from New England, but I pack a patriot
me to film it
Ballin', ballin', like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
That's fifty, one hundred, I see no
my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club
my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club
New York City
He began to play the Apollo in Harlem
Good scene there
Everybody raved
One day, one night
Came a Cadillac, four headlights
Came
the clubs
And we scrubbed up well
Washed off the work and the stress
And now all we want’s some excess
Better yet a night to remember
That we’ll soon forget
and fame
I’ve always got to represent, through the years increased crime rate
And Macclesfield football club finally gained the takeover
New direction
around the world
London, England, South of France
And all points between they know about your man
Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan
I'm a Tokyo
better, new cheddar, handlin', chain danglin'
New York to England, it's D again, they diggin' me again
See me win again, hot like sun, bust like gun
on these niggas like I
Play for New England (Play for New England)
Said he got a whole pint left, I'm like
"Bring it" (yeah, bring it)
Stomp a nigga all in
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