Lyrics:
Desperate for a recharge
They say there's still plenty
But my fuse says otherwise
Plugged in
Output fully sore
Where else should my current flow?
Plugged out
might get clipped
By a hooptie
Runnin' outta gas, stuck in traffic
Far left lane, throwin' up much static
Input, output, carbeurator fulla soot
"Whatcha
eatin' griot
She let me pee in her b-hole
I'm still on the streets on the d-low
350z, colors yellow and green
I like promethazine but not too much
me at the award show
Eatin' popcorn in the back row
Catchin' Z's with my hat low
No nominations, but it's cool though
Oh God
You might see me in
[DJ Clue]
Part 1!
[Memphis Bleek]
The Roc!
[Jay-Z]
Roc, yeah why'all it's the Roc
[DJ Clue]
New shit, Roc Army
[Chorus]
[Scratches
to cry
Wild like a long f***in' ranger
N****z from the South keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin'
That's why n****z
fighting cases with this ho money
[Jay-Z]
And when the money get low and the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
And when
up the clip's and flip the corner
They Morner, be morners stay gunner
We gangster, gangster point and blank ya'
Thank ya'
N****z keep me in
angles
Representing S-Q like the Star Spangled
White tee-fish at Kango
Low top Nikes, plus my ho pop Nikes
How exciting, we riding in the third lane
as presidential M.C.
I elect myself as presidential M.C.
Now ask yourself why is he so low key?
Why, is n****z pimpin' when the game chose me
I elect myself
"Man I worked for one of the biggest companies in New York City
He didn't own his own company, white man owned it, so they owned him
Nobody owns me
make it to the top, damn what if?
If I got on some pretty boy s*** like Puffy
N****z in the hood, man they just wouldn't love me
If I wore a suit
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
I jumped in the low-low
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
But when you ask in a strange town
They say "don't know, don't care
And I've got
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
But when you ask in a strange town
They say "don't know, don't care
And I've got
cheese
'cause my niggas in the drop bounced back to slangin OZ's
Man them niggas rapin' the town without breakin 'em down
Them bastards makin' a killin',
stay organic or hurt in this bed for two weeks? (You really wanna know?)
Do you want peace? (How I get so low?)
Then watch us in the streets (only one
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Missy in this bitch
[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)]
1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 why'all, you know I stop ya
Dirty Get Low n**** we
the s*** that make the b****es grab they breast y'all
It don't stop till the wheels fall off
Nine fifty-four headed swervin' in the goodin' clinic, tryin'
your face
You's for life, that's right, Jigga, I keep it tight nigga
Politics as usual
You feel my triumph never, feel my pain I'm lyin'
Low in
recreation but I'm good in the bed (good in the bed)
Tony Snow, I keep big blow (blow!)
My homeboy gal wanna fuck me on the low (low!)
But I don't wanna
your face
Youse for life, sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight nigga
Politics as usual
You feel my triumph never, feel my pain I'm lyin'
Low in
Across from the mall right in Hoffman Park
It's in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go, Roberto
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