Lyrics:
right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-double G
Hey girl, what's your name? You wanna go
What's up baby girl! (Ho!)
Thought I had to talk to you again, missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey)
Tim is missing you Missy's missing you
Rashad is
a gangsta girl
When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl
When I freak, I'm gonna freak me a gangsta
I'm lookin' for them gangsta girls, not them
[Bushwick?]
Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey what's up?
[You need to contact your nearest recruiting office immeadiatly
please]
I see your not hip to what's
There was a lot of rocking going on that night
Cruising time for the young bright lights
Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door
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Lookin' back over my years
I guessed, I've shedded some tears
at that girl hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Baby
Things are lookin alright
It's the calm before the storm is rolling by
Now i'm
Standing on my own feet
by the bar (bar)
Why don't you grab your girls and come chill wit a star?
We up in VIP, drinks on me
Swag on tight with a gangsta lean
Everybody know
carburetor, muffler too
Look out child, I'm gonna mess with you
Let's go cruisin', baby, you been lookin' so good
Cruisin' in my automobile, yeah, yeah
Hey
Standin' over there in the corner
Lookin' like you wanna get it, girl
Grippin' that drink so tight
Tell me if I'm so right
Cause you're lookin' dynamite
and hope things won't change,
I'll be sittin' pretty singing Hey Pac Wait!
I gotta' tell you baby, Life's been good to me,
And I know that makes you mad
the appropriate circumstances
Hey yo Karen, why you lookin at me like that
Lookin at me like that, lookin at me like that
Hey Karen why you… what did I, what did I
scared to die
But it ain't lookin good for me, now it ain't lookin good for me
I know it's headed for me soon and I'm terrified
I'm afraid of what's
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin-chins I
(Oh yeah) Hey
(Oh yeah) Hey what's up
It's a beautiful day
How y'all doing?
Money thieves
Takin' everything huh
Hands on my cash lookin' for my bank
that I can't be wrong
Leave you lookin sick as I'm Pullin off
Cop yuh whole supply then I get it gone
By these and the degree of alchemy that he
from the streets of the H
Got no love for the weak or the fake
Lookin like I’m bout to ski by the face
50 Gs and a big white key in my safe
Live from
to unbreak your heart
Let's chase a good time and erase the pain
The hurt and the tears and the wasted jeers
You need a little bit of "Hey, baby come
I been lookin' for a feeling I can't find
There's no barren wasteland like the back of my mind
Maybe it's just that I never really made the time
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, hey
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, hey
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by
Brown skin lady, hey hey
Yes
Where you goin'
This goes to the brown skin ladies
Brown skin lady
Yo, indigenous women of the planet earth
What
I pick up good vibration
But I'm afraid of frustration
It is hard for me to
make a go of love
I can't hack this!
One girl I pass by
every morning
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
the Nasty
My wallos I did 'em up
Them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'all bit 'em up
For that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up
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