Lyrics:
bod, your bod, your body
Oh, What ya drink?
What you sip?
I got the next round
Martini and goose, now
Tell me what's up, what's up
I been feelin' kinda cooped up, cooped up
I'm tryna get some fresh air
Hey, why you got the roof off, roof off
You know it never rains here
em off in the cut in a puddle of blood say what
Don't make me go in my trench
Nigga ya got me bent
All fucked up,your luck's up, you gotta get sent
Rocker! Yes I need ya'
I can't eat without ya'
Need your sugar sweet submission
Is what I've got ya' thinkin'"
Dumbed down doofus
I was clueless
I'd do it
up a stretcha'
Problems in life'll stretch ya', ain't got it all together
They say the change comin', but it's feelin' like forever
Oh, I'm on mission,
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I'd get out and peel a nigga cap
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
alliance by my mind and rhymes are more than shiny
So in the 90's watch your tiny heiny get grimy
Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard, what?
Hit 'em
skis and
Can you get away?
Lil mama you killin' me
What's the reason for feelin' me?
Call me on your lunch break, moan and groan
It's bout to be
We
mouth to mouth ya
And yes, it will arouse ya
I feelin' a bit of nostalgia
Cause I'm thinkin' about about my past procedures
Ending up out of my
You're back now at the jack-off hour, this is DJ EZ Dicc
On WBALLZ, right now, somethin' new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out
Yeah
How you feelin'? (fine)
You feel alright?
I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me (yeah)
It's a different jingle when you hear these car keys
what the deal, huh?
(Now whut's up?)
Yo, rapid gunfire destroy ya boys and unemploy some
Put the headphones on your kid like Castor Troy's son
Darts'll
4 you
Yeah, what, yeah
When we play you walk this way
We walk in faith I hope you feelin' great
We came here tonight just to celebrate
Put ya
featuring Keith Sweat R.O.C.
[JD talking to R.O.C.]
[JD]
I'm feelin' that 2x is you wit' me?
I'm the type you see
cowards 'cause they evil and fake
What will it take?
Give me that bass line
I'm feelin' bombed
Deathrow baby, don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave
high as a statue (What?)
And I'm bout to pass you (Go!!)
Feelin the way that I'm feeling right now
Ima stay up and I'll never come down
Feelin the way
blinded
Hennessy got me feelin' bad, time to stop drinkin'
Rollin' in my drop-top Jag, what's that cops thinkin'?
Sittin' in my car, watch the stars
on, so what?
I don't really vibe with a lot of these niggas
I ain't really into giving more than one chance, girl
I already tried with a lot of these
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
ain't around
Will you hold ya ground like you the only one in town
Is you feelin' this, you listen to it when you creep
You real in the streets all in
Damn this a bitch
We ain't gotta motherfuckin' thing
Ring CJ do what he doin' in Cali for ni a
(Hello?)
Hey wuz up nigga it's Face
(What up
what you want, baby, I'll get it right
Just so that you know you are a keeper, I need ya
Feelin' in my stomach gettin' deeper and deeper
Skin, touch
can dig it
All at once I got a funny feelin'
That something around here was goin on wrong
Hmm
So you know what I did Jimmy?
What?
I
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