Lyrics:
gon tie in
In the bushes they lying, ain't lying that's my word
By the end of the month, they left with them birds
Zoned off that purp, I'm slurring
last album, then I'm done with it
One hundred percent finished, fed up with it
I'm hanging it up, fuck it!
Excuse the cursing, baby, but just know
Aiiyo Bimmy
So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo' man
You know'say, Bim, my, yeah
Feel It's baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha
I'm
test tube baby}
Check one two, check one two
De La Soul, is now back on the map
Long Island, is now back on the map
Good rap music, is now back
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
Wolves out, baby
My barrel lean like thorazine
Like reverend king, cream like
Cartel spark reel, y'all in the mezzanine
Women at the shot ball,
Na atukosi tunajua source
Shetani machozi machozi by force
Haya bas
na si lazima shash
We kuja church
kila Sunday ni bash
Hatuna haraka mzee
hatuna
slime)
The bitch ran up and got- (slime)
He hatin' 'cause his album just flopped (that's slime)
Eight ounces my steak (slime), eight ounces of- (slime)
prepared? I hope you are prepared nigga
'Cause you know this is album number two
Yes more bitches than before
There'll be more bitches, more and more and more
Only time of the day I get to spend on my own
I was trippin' off how I used to sleep at ya crib
Should drive by right where you live, and pick you up
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I
payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
a day that I still been sober
These the things that I'm tripping over (Y'all motherfuckers made 3 albums)
Still talking about the same shit
The one
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
might as well be killin' babies
Listenin' to the recovery album is the one that made me
But baby, I already know that I'm going crazy
And that changed me
864 Baby no need to copy
The way that i pop it you think its a rocket
This aint a hobby
This is my life and you that a nigga is living it tropic
Oooo
I don't need to say my name yeah they know
You can tell just by the flow that I'm geeking in this hoe
Baby girl drop it low you best not shake it
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
Pablo]
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
If why'all feel it let me hear you say
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
We lost the music selector
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
If
see him sometimes
It's breaking my spirit
Single father, I hate when I hear it
I used to challenge my parents on every album
Now I'm embarrassed
it off
(No they are saying you cannot do it)
Take that shit off, lipstick and all girl
(Well let's talk about the album) Get naked baby damn ha ha
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
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