Lyrics:
pass up no pooty
She started strippin' at the door, oh goody
I got in that ass with the quickness
Fuckin' her down with the diznick
I didn't have
Permeate car parks
Grab the churches while you can
Port-a-loos
Yellow cabins by Methodist doors
New Jersey car parks permeated by
D. Bowie sound-alikes
Permeate car parks
Grab the churches while you can
Port-a-loos
Yellow cabins by Methodist doors
New Jersey car parks permeated by
D. Bowie sound-alikes
Permeate car parks
Grab the churches while you can
Port-a-loos
Yellow cabins by Methodist doors
New Jersey car parks permeated by
D. Bowie sound-alikes
the churches while you can
Port-a-loos
Yellow cabins by methodist doors
New Jersey car parks permeated by
D. Bowie [sound-alikes]
It's good to live in
Three boys working on a slave gang
Chained in the cottage at night
Killed the overseer, broke down the door
Now they gonna shoot us on sight
tracks
He grabbed her by the hair, she broke his jaw it cracked
More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
Wildest niggas just smilin'
One, two, three, here we go
Yeah
I'm walking out my front door
I'm jumping in my car
Take another left on Main Street
Head right to where you
when you see me, see you
And I'm from the murder capital where they murder for capital
Heard about at least three killings this afternoon
Looking
screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The body guard pulled us the back door
I never saw her anymore- it was an in-store heartbreak
Live at five interview
Take his chains, shorty, leave your mans for me (can I trust you?)
Grab this cam, shorty, OnlyFans for me, uh
By a show of hands, who want a fatal?
not be able to recover the legal fees
Paid by them, behalf
J. McCarthy, approximately ten-fifteen days
I got down, I was depressed
It was Doctor
Got a lotta new flames, still need 'em blue
Three hundred fifty thou', times that by two
New Dawn, no roof, I still see the sky
Peace to my
we go to the wrasslin' matches and let off
a little steam?"
Now I'd never seen the matches before
And by the time we reached that arena door
row, by the do'
I got a hoopty from this doofy nigga around the way
I had the fo'fo' under the rug, weekend ago
Three hours, I landed in the city
Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Its 3:45 she pulled up to my house
Grabbed my strap, got the door
With a blunt in my mouth
Say I'm bout to put the smack down
worry me at all
[Chorus]
Sometimes I feel like I should worry
Sometimes I feel like I should care
Then again, I'm in no hurry
To be tied down by
I'm hard to handle like bikes with no bars
We excite stores that got dykes leaving doors
Unlock the heated 'cause they know when I sex well
Left
cleared away, on the floor lay a man
Feleena's young lover, had shot down another
And he had to leave there, so out through the back door he ran.
The next
do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door
Shake that body, party that bod (That's rare nigga!)
Shake that body, party that
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
Meet Eddie
Twenty-three years old fed up with life
And the way things are
Going, he decides to rob a liquor
Store but on his way in
He has a sudden
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