Lyrics:
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to buck buck buck and it's a must
To duck
first let me show you something
I possess the Ten Commandments of the hip-hop thugsta
Known as the thief and murderer
First One: Honor thy nigga with
first let me show you something
I possess the Ten Commandments of the hip-hop thugsta
Known as the thief and murderer
First One: Honor thy nigga with
an old, old friend
Just like a used to be
Well, I know by heart the words
She wrote to me
Oh yeah, well, well
She said, "Dear Mister Johnson
Please sent
another show
The robber and the roadie got a long way to go
Willie and Ronnie
Anytime they wanted they would pull another job
Anywhere they found
tailored suits, made for the over weight lover
Undercover, over cover
You know my MO, I do damn well on the stage show
I'm gettin' paid by the pound
You might've bumped into me on the Rikers' bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on,
You might've bumped into me on the Rikers' bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on,
can't understand)
So tell me y'all, who's the man?
Everything here, is phat, knowhatI'msayin?
Don't take it the wrong way, but I'm lettin' you know
me
Now where's my God damn trophy
(Award host)
"And the winner is Randy Travis
And Guns and...hey what the?"
(Willie D)
"GET the fuck outta the way
and take a picture with me
Be a fashion trender kinda guy
Girl, show your belly button diamond tonight
We'll make them roll the red carpet out
When it's
The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers
Mad noise, 2008, a G a game
I'm Ron O'neal in the love seat, sunk deep
Long nigga bustin' out they
So what's up now nigga? (Boom)
[DMG:]
Trapped up inside another bad day
This fuckin' chronic got me demonic affecting me in a bad way
I'm
I was driving up from Houston
Day one of eight day run
When I heard that the Willie Nelson show has been taken by a flood
So I turned this big ole
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
Mr. Uncle Josh. Would you kindly play me some deep southern blues on that hound-dog guitar there. Ah, now that's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah.
drink and smoke marijuana, want us to change our ways? Uh-huh
You see this game we play come from uncles that raised me in Compton
Ask me what I have
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
better have fun
You gotta dress like an Icon
(Dress like an Icon) get yourself a step-son
Walk this way like DMC-Run
Play like Robert Johnson walk like
And who y'all comparing me to is nonsense
Show gratitude in the presence of dominance
I think they scared of us, yeah
I think they scared of us
I
the gangster
And oh kathleen johnson sweetheart
I'd like to thank you
Little hoes out there are getting stuck,
By niggas like me and we really don't give a fuck!
me at the Gate
The Old Blue Yodeler himself Jimmy Rodgers
He said to me "Bill they asked me to show you around up here
And right over there is some
people will be heard.
[Willie the Kid]
Show you what the soldiers see:
Embassy, Diplomacy,
Since seen infantry,
Shootin' at the cobra fleet.
Deploy
Intro:
[willie d]
Flip flop ass niggas
Ah yeah
Geto boys and outlawz
Recognize the mob nigga
I don't fuck with you
So put your hands on me
[scarface]
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