Lyrics:
make the world go round that's what they say
Conversation rules the nation in every way
My mind thinking shit and I say it before I know
I'm
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Get your happy ass outta dodge
The rumors you heard ain't slander
Willie D don't give a fuck about a goddamn by-stander
So when you see me clutch my
can see it through the fog
To walk in my shoes it'll be a little jog
And if you step by the pockets, you gon' be up in the morgue
The peoples is
rock it non-stop
Represent, show love every time we drop
Cash in for the wins, my man, he likes skins
CL, he's back up on the block
We the hottest thing
the way of life (word?)
If you think you're nice, then go grab the mic (grab it)
Let me tell you my story, 'cause everybody got one
Grab a pen and pad,
you shake your seat
You know by the way that you shake it on the dance floor
People in the club screaming give me some more
You know by the way that you
on the stripes (skrrt)
This a hemi lil' boy better kick rocks
Can't put no more guns in my videos
ATF and DEA know they ain't props
High speed shit, we don't
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like yo' hood
Where niggas don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it
girl and she was pumpin'
I winked my eye, she got into the ride, went to a club, was jumpin'
Introduce myself as Loc, she said, "You're a liar"
I
by model hotties
A long way from being street scholars
To Saki Bombs and Benihana
Chilling lounging with pretty mamas
Cables and cabanas, no dress
Drinkin' that pineapple juice, yeah
I throw it up, never hurl, yeah
My nickname Young Spend It
I get the money, get that by the plenty (whoa)
Used
some shots, hit them niggas with a milly rock
We goin' 'til it's 4 a.m., tomorrow do it again, 15 deep with all my friends, might mix in Italians
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
Hey homeboy how come everywhere you go you
Have to go by limousine man
Hey man that's my thing
I know it's your thing
Every time I see you you are
the strip club, I like to get you,
Twurk that thang, bounce that ass,
Work it all the way down to the floor,
Climb to the top, shake it up-side down,
Side
boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas
Screaming what, what niggas, y'all a bunch
gazelles don't lean on my nose
Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go
Heads turn it's a freak show
I need them to know When will they learn
Nas need a queen
and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for
Ah, come get it
Alright
The pretty club girls, they look so fine
But you don't wanna mix your damn desire
If you wanna try then get it
Ah, bitch, come
don't mix
I got bad bitches comin' by the twos like a Twix
Drive my Lambo like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she
the bliss
This is for the niggas, quick to slaughter
Resumes held by the D.A.'s, the ballers
(Chorus: Ice-T)
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way
(uh-huh)
Viking walk, I won't hear a drop (hey)
Sike, yeah, been by myself at the top (uh)
Right here whether you like it or not
My shooter a star, he
supposed to be all about taste
You like your black people a certain
Way also you wouldn't have
Future perform and that man owned
The clubs last summer
Has
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