Lyrics:
to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This
Chains in the mall
Back against the wall
Sorry Mr. officer but I didn't call
Don't mind me, just shopping at the mall
Please Mr. officer, I paid it
When Jelly Roll demanded his name
Hail, King Porter
Well, the man responded "Porter King"
(Dig 'I'm)
By order
Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote
with me you gots to die with me
put your rags in the air here comes the brigade
i sold dope on the block cause true niggaz get paid
army fitues
[Lil Jon]
Lil Jon & Eastside Boys and our girl Oobie
Check it out
[Oobie]
There's something I want to tell you
'Cause I know that a brotha got
even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the building
Ain't no question who about
MRS JOHNSTONE
ONLY MINE UNTIL
THE TIME COMES ROUND
TO PAY THE BILL.
THEN I'M AFRAID.
WHAT CAN'T BE PAID
MUST BE RETURNED.
YOU NEVER,
around the corner", and popped her li'l punt
Apartment 5701, told her I was eatin' right now
Be over there when I get done, got there, knocked on the door
Knock his shit off, Mr. Potato Head (Mr. P-, yeah)
I'm in California smokin' baby legs (smokin' baby legs)
I just paid a thousand for an eight of red
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
it behind stay by my side
Won't you follow me
Where I'm bound
Time's for borrowing now
Won't you follow me
Time is tight
Before things
Just the other day I was staring in your eyes
And I knew it was time you knew
I could tell by the bags under your eyes
It more than
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
[Verse 1]
I keep pimpin' to get in a bitch panties
I keeps spittin' the critics can not compare me
They put it simple I am Mr. Miami
And my lil
This your boy Wiz Khalifa man
And I'm a talk my shit, yeah, bitch
I hope ya'll niggas is used to hearing my voice by now,
And if not, get used to it
a scroll on your ho when she don't act right
This for my niggas who paid the damn dues (uh-huh)
This shit is for my niggas who died to grip a mic, mic
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
up
I took the risk, coin tossed it up
I just left work to work some more, I'm still a workaholic
I done sacrificed it all, paid the dues and costs
Gettin' paid,oh, and gettin' skins
Chorusx2
(Violent J)
Everyday I slap a bitch in her lips
Kick her in the ass, twist her nipples
Then I grab her by
voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a coin, nigga you was getting fucked then
I know who I paid
love you Eaze (I do)
So bro I'm still witchu (E2)
Yo house don't even feel the same
Yo momma she miss you (She do)
Mr. Homewrecker (Huh)
Mr. Paid
I suc-ceed
Yeahhh, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes
So I'ma spit in ya face!!!
Kevin!
[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf & (Lil Wayne)]
Singing ay yo oo
the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!
chorus:
nothing in it
By the way you left without your hat
I'm walking in the wind looking at the sky
Hanging on a breeze and wondering why, why
Your old
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