Lyrics:
and make this loot
Chorus: Too $hort, Eightball, MJG
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
is the manual
You must abide by this
Yo these are the dos and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life
I'm so, I'm so with my 50 Gs in my side up
And my white Ts
I'm so up, I can find a party
I'm so dope, wanna go
Got this people with me i'm so, I'm so
dresses, (?)
He don't even smoke but tell Butter roll an ounce
Cause I'm way too fucked up and I'm too turnt up
And I brought my own shit and I do my own
niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga
on the concrete (yeah)
In front of a residence
A million white motherfuckers on my back like I shot the President
Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me?
Because
Finger pointing, finger itching
Pistol whippin', pistol twitchin'
See them runnin', match description
Don't mind me, just mind your business
Plain white
(I need to talk to Mike Laury)
(Hello? This is Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(This is the sound)
Please don't get amazed by all these
on Kimbo block
I don't believe you
You got two faggot ass sons to look after
And you really tryin' to battle beef
Talkin' this 5002 and 0 shit to
A nigga
doubt)
Shit - in this white man's world
Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin hard on our sisters
We don't be knowin the pain we be causin'
I dress to impress
Got dept on my chest
I Wear ts spiffy like a suit vest
If I was graded by my fit I'll pass every test
This drip is tragic
Top ts
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
work pissed off at your boss
Just man, just please do what you love in life
So many people, they always say, "Oh I would do this but," or "I can't
orders apply in this case
Please don't get in my way
They say you done changed you don't say
I came a very long way
These streets is hot with cold plays
where the wind don't die
We even try to bake the cake or pie
????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated
Where you gotta do life or get your
intellect
Took a while to see by my vision
Can't put your foot down you be trippin
Did you hear yourself speak you don't listen
In the dark I got the sunlight
hut?
Rhonda:
Harry...harry...hey! harry! fucking wor-are-are-mmmmmmmmmm! I want a divorce, harry!
Harry:
Not now, dearest, please! this is serious!
To find out what you really need
And I don't need you over here
Up on yo knees
But ooo please damn baby do that
Yo
It's a fact
I'ts not a fact
If I'm
the hardest fucking beats the Midwest don't know how to act
Look at that, mediocre, but they hittin' like a dad
Belt 'n' buckle, time to scuffle yeah
White
doubt)
Shit - in this white man's world
Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin hard on our sisters
We don't be knowin the pain we be causin'
Killin the game while in my lane
So simple and plain but this I swear
Like This
Hey
All white roses
Just turn me to ashes
I don't want a casket
Cuz they
you keep up with the pace?
Keep up with the pace, runnin' from the law
I don't want a case, Christian Dior
All this weed is the cure
Please don't
and half white
C'mon this sound it had
To come from somewhere, right?
Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue
And if you stepping to me like
It is I'll
Baby like the white Coca-Cola
I'm way too high to be sober
So please don't cry on my shoulder
Pop it, shit, pop it, shit
You too loud, I'm too lit
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