Lyrics:
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
Joshua, give me a beat, man
I am a star with a worldwide song
You're a steroid experiment
Gone terribly wrong
You sucked in the NFL, the truth hurts
I can tell by the way, you lookin' at me, girl
I wanna make love in this club (ayy) (wanna make love)
In this club (ayy) (yeah)
In this club
bed warm with a cutthroat n****
Have the card parties where the stakes was high
Go shopping, hit the club, and then start come by
I never had a day
I can tell by the way, you lookin' at me, girl
I wanna make love in this club (ayy) (wanna make love)
In this club (ayy) (yeah)
In this club
could be anywhere you wanted
But you decided to be here with me
No coincidence, it was meant to be
Don't be shy, gon' let your boy get in
So you can
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
Sick and there's no cure
Bad case of V.I.P.
Still in the game killing you can call us M.V.P.
Whole fucking club jump in your cars and follow me
It's
in my chain, there ain't no chips
We be really in the mix
I be all in the club, drunk, talkin' shit
We be really in the mix
Yellow tabs on my
side
And I think that shorty I've got a thing for you, yeah
Doin' it on purpose, windin' and workin' it
I can tell by the way you lookin' at me, girl
I
plight?
One more day to get it right
I decided to stop dying
No more cheatin' no more lyin'
What kind of club opens its gates to sinners like me
Double Up
Women don't stop when I walk up in the club
See your girl with her girl and try to get a group hug
Get 'em to the hotel get some group love
lie here
But I got no place to go
I can't stop eatin', my best friend's leaving
My pastor touched me, I love this country
I lost my earpiece, I hope
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
gettin' buck
If you with me, let me see you tear the, tear the club up
Mafia, Mafi-Mafia, won't stop with it though
Hypnotizing minds, we got you blind
Shit, everybody I roll wit Hash-E
Everybody I roll wit got
Ain't stopping me from takin over blocks
West coast style, S.K. with the shoulder stop
gettin' buck
If you with me, let me see you tear the, tear the club up
Mafia, Mafi-Mafia, won't stop with it though
Hypnotizing minds, we got you blind
And when they play it in they car
They gon' drop they tops like damn that's hot
They gon' mix it with Biggie "It was all a dream" like damn that's hot
Me
into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm tryin' to give us us free like Sinke
I can't stop
Club, can't chill in here
Gold bottles of that bubb', y'all spillin' beer
The boy only pour on that ace of spades
Forbes Magazine homes - soon to grace
And when they play it in they car
They gon' drop they tops like damn that's hot
They gon' mix it with Biggie "It was all a dream" like damn that's hot
Me
no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I'm hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three beans I'm on that
Hata's ain't gon' stop me cause haters can't run me
It's funny when a bitch was livin' foul
Every body seemed glad, but now they mad
Cause I'm flossing,
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