Lyrics:
curves so freak what you heard
Rollin' with the phatness
You don't even know what the half is
You gotta pay to play
Just for shorty, bang bang, to look
and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was
him into bits
Mr. Oogie Boogie is sure to get his kicks
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, see what we will see
Lock him in a cage and then throw away the key
Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what
So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt
At the bar alcoholing her up
I
never understand
There is a difference between what we want and we need
And I've cried an ocean between you and me
You know I tried (I tried), I
and we playing for keeps
Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto
Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles
Pop bottles with those who left here
the better and not for the worse
Let's stand together and break our curses
We look off in the distance chasing dreams
But the things that I see with my
lightnin', go grease lightnin'
You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for grease lightnin'
Go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
We'll get some purple
the tramps and the muscle cars
We have gathered two by two
Just to figure out what to do
Pretty Sarah's a sotted mess
Gone and spoiled her party dress
and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was
I am matching the big boys
One for one
And I must admit,
I'm having myself some fun
Because the music business
Is still run by men
Like every
left
Felt Coretta's curse but she wanna blame me instead
I fell for the curves but you be striking a pose too
So how you goin share what I showed you?
word for trouble? 'Cause that's what we're in
Everyone's down for the struggle until it begins
Pain makes you humble, hurt is hard to sing
What's
money?
(Aw, you know what time it is, man
I got...)
Yeah, for some bail, buddy
We got to go do some work, man...
lord-livin',
The projects?, thank god for Russel Simmons,
Thank god for sugar hill,
I'm puttin' a different type of steel up to my grill,
Yall know what it
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
like you think they should
It's all on you
You see them kids be schemin' on what we done copped
Always out there schemin'
They steady fiendin' for
[Chorus]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
1 by 1 and 2 by 2
I have ammo what about you [x2]
[Verse 1]
Grandma told me the good
Hey girl, what's your name? No, for real?
I wanna get to know ya oh baby
Get to know ya I gotta
Get to know ya oh baby, I gotta
Get to know ya baby,
you're no user
And we ask ourselves, what are we doing?
But I stick by you, 'cause there's no choosing
Oh, no, don't you worry, I
Know just how you
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
Got no time for grand philosophy
I barely keep my head above the tide
I got this mortgage, got three kids at school
What you're saying is the truth,
left
Felt Coretta's curse, but she wanna blame me instead
I fell for the curves, but you be striking a pose, too
So how you goin share what I showed you?
IJ
JWill
Its a double l thing
Lets get it
You already know what time it is
Lets get it
This is how we living
Shots to the head
Aim with percision
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