Lyrics:
Fucked up but I ain't have dem good sneakers
Started getn' Ass and got burnt by the hood diva
Go & cop from cash he the bull with the good reefer
Bring dem
there he go, on top like a CEO
Danger, call it Mystikal when different folks
Don't wanna see you moving up, Different Strokes
Am I visible? Better than
a fucking kid
Cried a many Christmas
Denied by many Christians
Outsiders some related
I say hi then full of shit them
My pride has been bruised
Plenty scars
beginners
Bloody walls from drive by splats
Widowed wife turning tricks on the blade running laps
Balmain sweaters, kilo thirty one inches in length
Living in
since day 1
I do it for my jits
A lot of L's I had to shake sumn
My daddy taught me never ever give up, that's some sucka shit
No limit like mystikal
Konczy sie misja
Ja oddchodze jak mystikal
Polowa tornistra
Plonie jak krtanie po szczytach
Ja siadlem sobie w zgliszczach
I juz nie mam kurwa zycia
goin Mystikal
Danger, Unpredictable
Gotta keep the whistle low
How you think I wooden blow
Wish a nigga would, when?
I air dis like a piccolo
Done some
bouta cause a wildfire
No heart for snitches wearing wires Take their vocal chords out with some pliers
Like Mystikal what's your alias Its critical that
wires on him like he needed a jump
And got gutted by a Kano like he looking for lumps
Blended in with the trees like he coming to hunt
Ketchup,the hoes
talkin' shit like Mystikal
Baby it's a miracle
This line made no sense because my misses left a week ago
Left a week ago
Now I don't wanna feel no mo
Said
A ty? Bawisz mnie niczym Flip i Flap
Nie istniejesz jak pełen skład Linkin Park
Ja jak Meek Mill mam z tej gry kwit i hype
Na słuchawkach Mystikal i
were never the one
Whom I chased through the souvenir heartache
Her braids and her blouse all undone
Sometimes I’d head for the highway
I’m old
An early photograph
Of the young braid with the confident grin
Who is celebrating his first defeat
By clouching a haircut from his skull
a fuck if we missin a fender
Mix it in a blender, you ain't home return to sender
Can't be saved by cokenders or a public defender
This ain't no
muzyka
A więc Shake that Ass jak Em albo Mystikal
Wrzucam coś na barki ale coś mi nie styka
Bo na razie look at girls a tam niezła gimnastyka
Ja znów do
hittin' it hard on the mix
Where's the purpose, what's the reason?
When I could stay indoors until mushroom season
Got to sit by the telly, watch the bills
Back door wide open
Tell man's forward I
Still want to uppen the score
Put you on a 3by3
Better yet 3 by 4
Or 10 by 8
Fish fry ready for you
And you
Got a girl from the south side, got braids in her hair
First time I seen her walk by, man, I 'bout fell up out my chair
Had to get her number, it
An early photograph
Of the young braid with the confident grin
Who is celebrating his first defeat
By clouching a haircut from his skull
walk down with a stick
Get you outside when he see where you live
Get you inside, by the baby, by the crib
He don't give a fuck who you are, who you
E.S.G. | Wreckchopped & Screwed Version | Ft. Slim Thug & Deshawn Hill | Screwed by Ray Face
Say Slim, what's the deal baby
(making this money man)
fat ones
Tall ones, skinny ones
White ones, black ones, red ones
Boys with curls we like a lot
And boys with braids are really hot
Boys that
the rope
Calling shots on the block, getting praise like a pope
Why Flex, when you niggas only mad cause you broke
I never fail to appear
Like Mystikal
New jack city, where the dope fiends lay
City by the bay, where its windy erry day
New jack city, get capped in broad day
City by the bay, where
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