Lyrics:
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[Daz Dillinger]
I'm yellin' (gangsta, gangsta!)
Dippin' in my '6-6, chrome deep dish
Today could be your death wish
I'm from Cali the birth
of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these
Casualties well they're passin me by
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
Bitches play this in their Benzes Jeeps and Geos
I bust a Mr
problably worked at tha tity bar
We see yo tittys and yo ass got u pretty far
Fly bitches aint impressed by a lil gold
But soakin wet off the power that
Come on
We back baby
Swishahouse, T.F.
Mr. Lee, P. Wall
I got the screw tape playin' in the deck, so I drive slowly (slow)
Got them swangers
get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
Bitches play this in their Benzes Jeeps and Geos
I bust a Mr
touched down nigga and this pack a lil' darker
Dog food bricks and cocaina them, now they look darker
Dark skin brick I'm touching it and with it whipping
keep running by
I’m smoking my wax, I keep getting high!
I don’t bark, I steal money, dance
I don’t walk, nigga, we run this man!
Drop it to the floor,
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
Look how far we came
Through the fire, I stood knowing we would reign
Feels like yesterday when all this was a dream
Through these Maybach
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
tip-toes
I sold O's, and this I know
When you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow (drive slow)
Yeah
Boom, b-boom, b-boom-boom
Drive slow homie
Drive
tip-toes
I sold O's, and this I know
When you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow (drive slow)
Yeah
Boom, b-boom, b-boom-boom
Drive slow homie
Drive
even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the building
Ain't no question who about
stern and justice stood
And people were behavin' like
They ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
it
I'm an addict for that paper my hustle is automatic
My presence is so jerassic the lanes is so tragic
I'm lightin that cali paper so I'm higher than
this
Call us Mr. and Mrs. Papadapolis
When will y'all learn?
Y'all just interns
You gon' get what you earn, just wait your turn
I rock telephones with
[Verse 1]
I keep pimpin' to get in a bitch panties
I keeps spittin' the critics can not compare me
They put it simple I am Mr. Miami
And my lil
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
terrace, no, this not a patio (nope)
Ayy, come stick me, hit me with that antidote (yeah)
I can sign you lil' niggas like Alamo (Alamo)
In my business,
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
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