Lyrics:
life, suburban wife
cnd I ride in my city in my suburban all night
Flows all tight don't do it like you do
Certified this level of grind is something
Nothing phony, don't hate on me
What you get is what you see
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used
goodness! And that was released the 6th of November 1989! Oh, here, have you just
noticed something... something a bit weird about that? Yeah, I don't know
gettin'
Smooth on the radio
I wanna be down with my girl Brandy
Ginuwine for your mind, taste like candy
2Pac on the tunes (live it up)
Biggie's
with no shoes on her feet
Don't front for me, you kids is not ballin'
If you is then why is your wiz on my dick like I'm Jordan'
Ties swollen for no
to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
Martin Luther King's head
Like they killed Malcolm X, Edgar Hoover did that
You can catch me in the hood where they shooting niggas at
They don't know
to pumping
They know a nigga dumping
You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier
Mack 10 the nigga with the heat that I'll berry ya
[Ice Cube]
Oh
(Oooh)
But I'll curve you (Oooh)
I don't go to fast (Oooh)
Don't go to slow (Oooh)
Keep it in cruise control (Oooh)
Long as you know (Oooh)
Whose got
I broke down a few more barricades
Got me a few more accolades
Used to look forward to the weekend
Now every day's like Saturday
Surrounded by
come on down don't put your booze down
Yeah it's me the one who used to be testy
And similar to LSD, catch me at a festie
Yeah C, but you could catch
And you got your daddy and you know who your daddy is don't you?
Fuck that
If you want to play you answer me who's your daddy when I ask you
Who is your
it up (Twista)
[Hook:]
You ain't neva heard a slow jam like this
You ain't neva had a remix like this
You ain't neva been freaky like this
Rollin
to worse keep this on the hush, uh
I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no
understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just keep me stuck inside your head like your favorite tune
And know my heart's a stereo
knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash, slash and when I trash I bash
I get ill I chill but you don`t know the half
I trip I rip
people I'm just a rapper but they wanna investigate me
Bump in to one of you niggas and slap 'em, don't underestimate me
I was sellin' dope when I was 12
wishin'
I can take my keys, put it in the ignition
And you still on me, got your engine tickin'
But you gon' know my name by the way I whip it, yeah
to Harvey
(Dude, you know I ain't runnin')
That swing from Hugh is never too far from me
Yeah you know they all call me Harvey
But my girl ride me like
the light stays green now
Ching-a-ling, so fresh, so clean
Here I am, you know it's me
The funk style brotha with the pinky ring
People stare, women
need a radio edit for this
You act like you love this American shit
But really the truth is you scared of the Brits
Yeah scared of the Brits
Yeah scared
my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader
Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders
Tail picks, as-salamu alaykum
You ain't 'bout static like AM radio
will share it but today i'm really like
Thats the way don't go away
Duas horas pa sair diz a Olga
Enquanto o rádio canta hoje é dia de folga
E porem o
like come on know I can bump that
You and me behind doors (bump that)
Let me see your body roll (bump that)
You got the club on swole (bump that)
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