Lyrics:
Your mouth has changed
Your eyes don't look into mine
The priest wore black on the seventh day
And sat stone-faced while the building burned
I waited
Back-up from the Bronx, Uh
Psycho Iko
Yeah
E-Dub
This ain't nothing but drama
"Psycho, Killer, Norman Bates"
Who's one of the dopest MC's
ya say, don't let a nigga try me
And I don't let a fine, pretty broad get by me
Don't let nothin' pull me off track from my hobby
Oh yeah, and I
scrub a dub dub
Looks can be deceiving when its late in the evening
And I'm flying by the seat of my pants
Halfway past sloshed, my windows need to be
like to twurk it at the club
(Twurk it, twurk it)
And you know something this is how we rub-a-dub
So Field Mob, come down
I met this fine young tender
for his mouth too
So he agreed to help after noon
When the moon shows
The time of crime when peeps don't even make it alive
It was him in a group
it, shake it)
Who like to twurk it at the club
(Twurk it, twurk it)
And you know something this is how we rub-a-dub
So Field Mob, come down
I met
stays on yo knees cause we's be in the big league
Cause we's be in the big league
I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn
Multiply simple logic
It's rules you can follow
If Dre ain't motivation, I don't know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too
in her mouth, put Louis V bags on the couch
I just put a new Patek on her, new VVS's got her iced out
And she like it when I fuck her lights out
the big body shotgun ridin' on dubs
I've been seen with the baddest, heard with the best
And I got it locked down from the East to the West
Look at my
don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so
my storage over headspace
'Cause you just ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods
Other words, don't try to put your heart in a headcase
'Cause,
Bitch, I'm doing digits, all business, big business
See me on the block? Mhmm, bitches still business
See my dick off in her mouth? Yep, bitches still
the Pound
so won't you keep the eastside and deez out ya mouth
don't speak on dat
don't bring up Daz and Kurupt, just to say wussup, nigga hit my blunt
we
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams (Vanessa Marquez)]
Pass it, pass it, get it girl
Pass it, pass it, get it girl
Please don't be greedy! no!
Pass it,
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
fucka wanna basket
Getting paid by you niggas from the nigga Dub' C
The quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it
Yo Coolio, what's up with
desire
Take the elephant by the hand and hold it
It's cruel to tame a thing that don't know its strength
But better to walk beside it
Mm, than
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams (Vanessa Marquez)]
Pass it, pass it - get it girl
Pass it, pass it - get it girl
Please don't be greedy! nooo!
Pass it,
bitches with big mouths
All this stress, all I got is this big house
Couple cars, I don't bring half them shits out
All of this Ace of Spade I drank just
the Pound
so won't you keep the eastside and deez out ya mouth
don't speak on dat
don't bring up Daz and Kurupt, just to say wussup, nigga hit my blunt
we
Then come on cause some squares can't lie to kick it
It feels good not to grind no more
Don't get it twisted cause I still hustle
Maintainin'
bitches with big mouths
All this stress, all I got is this big house
Couple cars, I don't bring half them shits out
All of this Ace of Spade I drank just
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