Lyrics:
L.A. 9th & Grand
White noise Sharpie, Garnet-Pinkie Dan
Lined up there is Eddie and his backup Sam
Don't forget to bring the bank now Lynnie
Be sure
Baby, you down, need to bless up
Gotta watch how you address us
Playing no games, no dress-up
I got an idea
'Less you wildin' out in my hood, dawg
a stack
Off to the club, G's in in the back
V.I.P. nigga beez like that
When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)
I spit this for my
Peso
With OC and Crazy Eddie
Our deejays for the show, so just rock
To the funky beat and smurf it up tough
Before you sink don't you quit
Until you all
A trouble maker, bitcher taker, a scorpio
Naughty by Nature, my Unit brings the Flavor
We cake up like make up, and in New York
Fuck the daily news,
swept the lot and exchange keys (Dam)
Credible
Eyes Mangekyou
Swimming with adults peeping space ghost
Bebop, Case Closed
Baking brownies by the caseloads
when I pull up in a space truck
Getting drunk in the grove
Eddie Vedder with flows
You can pay me in gold
Take it straight to the pros
Bring the treasure
"We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I leave without
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I
always in me, the drive to making music
Wanna know the appeal? There’s layers to it
I’m modernizing shit from now a century ago
I was youthful when I wrote
But you act like a fool when you see her in the club
It's like me and my money, "Can't Stay Away"
Together, twenty-fo' hours a day
Real love - but
keeping it in disguise
It's the hunt for the hunger games
Jealous cause I didn't put you on the album cause you're a lame
I legit have so much songs in
들었네
하지만 심장은 여리네
그래도 내겐 자빈 없네
가짜 래퍼들 다 털어내
니 밥그릇 전부 털어내
아가리 먼지 다 털어내
yah yah yah yah yah
i got the drip in my walk
only money when i talk
sipping
established rapper to hop in that battle rap ring Turn that to gatling
My next album gon be so dark and so fly
I should CD package it wrapped in batwings
wins low Carl and Eddie
Ima make it harder to breathe make her weak in the knees
Fulfill her needs when I come around
She gon probably ask you to leave
showing my crib
I'm talking letting cameras go in my fridge
But people crazy, so I'd rather only friends and family know where I live
By how I talk, you
used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky, I say
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
a fool when you see her in the club
It's like me and my money, can't stay away
Together, twenty-fo' hours a day
Real love but can you tell if it's real?
leave a eye witness
Barry White triplets, I'm grabbin em
Plus the Eddie Floyd Stax album in
The back by the bathroom
Knowin all this shit no one knows
Way
by myself
Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my Phantom
So high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled Banner
I change your channel,
joint?
Much money I done spent in here
Nigga, I knew your mama when she was hoein)
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
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