Lyrics:
the dirty bills in with the profit
Clean that shit up and I give it right back to him
If I don't fuck with him, then I can't rap with him
I wanna be there
the by
The fee goes up
Or else we go
My dear old friend
Here's how things appear, old friend
He who pays the bill
Times two or three
Be sure he
A bunch of wild boys was hanging around
At the local neighborhood saloon
And some cat kept dropping quarters down in the jukebox
Playing all
it's cosy
Watching telly, doing dishes, patching pants and making wishes
And he'll say, Bill should have wired
And, Not tonight dear, I'm too tired
by the same store
My boy grown so y'all can fill in the blank
My label a gas station niggaz fill in the tank
You see my team and we spit it the hardest
heave the mo'! Our biggest
Thrill of the year, well
I suppose it must have
Been topping the bill at
The London Palladium and
Then, only a couple of days
trapped in the plan designed by another side
I ain't contributing to genocide (why?)
'Cause I'm colorblind
Niggas in the hood ain't changed
And I've
Hot ish (hot ish)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Boom, boom, baby, ready to let it go (hot ish)
B-boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make
your friend
I'm not impressed by you at all, so you won't see me again
Her and I rock a wedding, so we can not speak again
Graduated out the streets,
rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story
So what's left, the judge goes deaf
When you try to tell your side
And you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better duck
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
cry mama, your baby boy done weathered the storm
And I found peace right here in your arms
By the way, how you gettin along, huh?
I know it's been
chemistry (hell yea)
I`m an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people
Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your
Rеady for to die
My mama know that I ain’t scared of that
Yo’ chain around my neck pussy boy
You can have it back
‘Posed to be my brother
But you changed
Left her by her grandmama crib and then I went back to the ways
Went back to the field, had to hit a step-back for the plays
Step back with a 10 pack,
[Humpty-Hump]
Pinocchio says ignore my nose, you can trust him
I saw Bill in the back of Capitol Hill with Lil' Miss Muffin
[Shock-G]
Little Boys in Blue and Red
the money's important
I hear the money calling
I hear the rolls, I'm up by the morning
She wanna feel important
Buy her Chanel, my baby look gorgeous
I
Oohh, uh-oh, it's time, Meth Man, G-Wine, aiy-aiy-aiy-aiy
Aiyo, Meth this shit sick boy, haha, (it's beautiful) yeah
What's up (aww man, it's
killing each other by the dozens everyday just for sport
With bills stacked up to his chinny-chin-chin summoning him to court
Then all of his friends call
if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya
Things done changed for a nigga, 'cah before man I used to be the victim
Now I hop out the four by
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
Coulda been mine but you ain't
Now you want me it's too late
Now you wanna speculate
They all want me
By the way
By the way
By the way
By the way
Ballin' Choppa City, yeah I'm a Hoosier-Boy, (Hoosier Boy!) 'PlayWitYoshi', spin like Rodney, Baby Boy (Baby Boy!)
Tommy keep a 100, K we'll hit-ya-boy
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