Lyrics:
daddy half the time
Streets crazy, they don't salvage time (this is execution time)
Look at the news, that's savage time (whoa)
Rolex, that's savage
street shit,
Like a reverend in the pulpit
[Chorus]
Like ya boy Rip Ham
I got a real good jay (a real good jay)
1 gram for the 80
That's some
as African as KRS is, who wanna test this?
Fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me
All that shit
don't rush the clock Infamous rock for good now
Pass like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
But assuring this, spoon-feeding these
Starvin ass
limelight
How can life go wrong when I got a brainiac that swallows pipe
She roam the streets like its Halloween so tricks can trick or treat all night
My
like wannabe
Let's put on a live strip show just you and me
But girl, I'm lookin' at them lips though like who is he?
They ain't never seen a whip,
This for the ones
(Never had none and never been bought)
Live by the gun
(Die by the gun, rifle sun)
Grind for the Ghost
(World for my girl
the abomination, I'm
That nigga, last nigga, street mack
Hot is my strap, wet is your back
Understand I never forgive, leaving bodies like sieve
Clap gats til my
to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through
That's true (so who the next to get it?)
TS the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it
who gone be rest, to pass the blast 'cause if
Ya thinking of kicking these ya best be packing yo sit to B's that it makes a difference I'm
Moving yo
putting everything on the line
Imma need a thick chick
Who I can mix with
Pour that gin and tonic we are finna catch a vibe
We riding
We riding
We riding
We
up
I like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity), I got to bag it up, bag it up
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
ten-year old girl standing by the tree
Her mother's pulling crackers with a glass of G&T
And a cousin rides his brand new BMX out in the street
Christmas
Hansel and Gretel, stepping on the
Pedal ain't talking bout rose petel
But your girl wanna wrestle, take her
To the room undress her
Smoking that pressure
a new street, so posse move ahead
We all look kinda suave, the crew you can't forget
The Mix-A-Lot Posse, cold rippin' up the set
My Posse's On Broadway
Gazing out the windows of the bus
Watchin' Maryland pass by
There was sky, where there wasn't there was
A thought of us
Maryland passed and so
box, I rock on the mic
And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like
I get the crowd jumping, get the girl's hearts pumping
All the party people
on smash
You know me! My whole car smell like a wood shop class
I point 'em out like her, her, that girl with the mouth
Plus you and your friends
Let me
rolls down the street, with his cassette mix on repeat,
Girls just pass, they don't greet, as he blasts, "Come feel the beat!"
Custang, Custang, rolling
on a paid vacation
Bitches test my patience
But with you by my side issa vibe, issa vibe, yeah
Woo!
We got that main character energy
And you know that we
falling lately, it feel like my children hate me
You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me
Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me
[First Verse: Low-G]
It's me Low-G sagaterious
I like the Thug Girl that love to stare at us
Platnium nails with a matching skirt
Thug Girl I can make
And when they shoot you nigga, they ain't tryna pass it back
Aye yo, Diggy, Fleet and Marvian can you imagine that?
The place we love the most, the hood
living, living
By this double standard, standard, standard
See the moral of the story is, she a ho, he a pimp
Old girl'll forgive her man but her
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