Lyrics:
(I'm not mr. brightside, I don't deserve a spotlight)
(I'm dreaming on a red eye, as reality seems to fly by)
(I miss texting my best friends, but my
and that weird shit
Niggas gon fold depending what the deal is (RAT)
Like popopout no longer beside me (DAMN)
Mr. Dare a lil nigga try me
Missin my twin was
innocent
I can, I can get you right
Me and my homie, endorphins are air tight
Pleasure's what I swear by
My one code there's no code
Do what thou will
Try it before I buy it
Yeah they know me in the spot
I'm mr punch n slide
My runner boyfriend think we fucking but she just sliding by my side
Every
[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Man, I aint got nothing but some p-ssy and some paper
I keep a bad bitch like a muthaf-cking laker
I don't love them hoes, f-ck
That's a no for us (Fuck 'em)
If I give this lil' bitch my number
Bet she blow it up (I bet you)
Ridin' Rolls truck, white guts
I call it coconut (Woo,
[Snoop Dogg]
Sharitha, Kalika, Salitha and Parisha
All my lil' sneakers that love the way I freak her
Man, it's a trip how they do me, ooh wee
Make me
[Intro]
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
You
can you be a hustler?
Not if you is an undercover busta
[Verse 1: Sir Mix-a-Lot]
What about this motherfucking aintsta
Wannabe gangsta
Sittin' in
knocking you straight to the flo'
I love gangsta niggas, gangsta niggas love me
Me and a gangsta nigga got our fucking family
This is how I represent for
fucked up, and burners tee
That's gangsta love, from the heart
Yo I told y'all from the start
And now (y'all know who)
Keep it G'd up, I can't slow
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
the police
Get it good girl, use your knees
I love them brainiacs
Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)
Back on my Compton shit
Demonic how I
swang Ro swell
Eyebrows and jaws, so in my presence Mr. don't tell
I'm a motherfucking murderer, you the wanksta
Popping that gangsta shit
heavy
And have me and crone their dreams
By the time I was seven my mom left my pop
Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York
Then my mom
[Snoop Dogg]
Sharitha, Kalika, Salitha and Parisha
All my lil' sneakers that love the way I freak her
Man, it's a trip how they do me, ooh wee
Make me
wannabe gangstas be pocketing
They think that I'm dumb but I'm always on top of shit
Can't love on these bitches
They can't be my mrs
They just want
pussy up in the place to trip on good times
I'm surrounded by see's D's and double D's
some down ass women that freak me down to they knees
[Mr
low-low's, girl
(Still) takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
I'm representin' for them gangstas all
to the code and that's
Gangsta, don't get caught slippin, in the wrong hood by a
Gangsta, don't let the appearances have you fooled son
I done paid the price,
you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love
to those of Lil' Rob
Is there anything you'd like to say to them player-haters?
And if so, what would it be?
[Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it up to those
Dis a no puppy love business
Me a talk bout
Gangsta love gangsta love
Gyal dem neva love mi fi no vanity
When I talk bout double up double up
See
gangsta that's gon' get a nigga faced
Was running out of love, but never felt like I was chased
Keep your head up, cause lil homie, it's gon' be okay
You
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