Lyrics:
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
with my guns by my side
Ready to ride till I die
And I'm a soldier
And you can see it in my eyes
Even when the man dies
They say a soldier
a coal mine
Thoughts deeper than a gold mine
So I'm out here slangin' on this blade
Hopin' that I don't get cut by these police
Makin' raids on those
Let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet
First we need to truly understand the nature of the threat
And a pale man walks in the threshold
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
shit make a difference in me and you
You was supposed to be here, nigga
Nigga, I wasn't 'posed to be in this motherfucker
Man, you know what I'm
Did you go to Portugal to get that perfect tan?
My mother left my old man cause you asked her how she was
And the whole town wants your number cause
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin'
Yeah alright, but we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
You
Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin'
Yeah alright, but we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
You
She's a gold... digger. [x2]
She's dangerous (alright) super (uh huh)
Better watch out she'll take ya cash.
She's a gold... digger [x2]
[Luda]
Yeah,
a saint
I don't claim to be a god damn thang that I ain't
It's getting old
Glitter ain't gold, man
It ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves
got the JVC's and the trigger so it bump, ugh
I know you player-hatin busters wanna ride man
I got the, front back, and side to side daddy
[Chorus:
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by limitation
Between a man named Gold and man named Mud
Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
Till his long,
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
You
Yo,
Boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah, yeah
I'm on the block on the front line, niggas be pussy
They tough in they punchlines , duckin from one time
That
Fuck a roof, why cover the cars, white like a Dove bar
Park the double R, pull your trump card
This hog's 300 large, front on the guard, you get dumped
Yeah we at the game and we sit front row
Every time you see me I'll be on the front row
Thick Cuban link, new Benz, gold piece
Benz outside aint' even
of the
So-called radical man by 2045
Let's get radical
Let's get radical
Watch me now
Schooled in the art of digital games
When the war broke out they called your
There's always blood stains over
Gold and Diamonds
Thirst by natural wealth
World's bloody conflict
Since world war two
Still rumbling on this day
Where I'm
limitation
'tween a man named gold and man named mud
Club filled gold with greedy vapors
'til his long, green eyes did glow
Mud was left with the sighs
with these bitches man I ain't no goalie
Gold on my
Gold on my
Stacking up like monopoly
All of my brothers surrounding me
Yeah Shawty she feeling
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