Lyrics:
the weak-ah.
Speak when spoken to
Yeah I broke a few.
And by the way I was hoping you
Had a freak for me and a freak for you.
I make her do for us
The same
the reason why your girl, keep jocking me
Got too many hands, pulling on Big Moe
But ain't too many hands, that Big Moe get thoed
See I was born, all by
hot beat
Or break, and you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see goin' on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is
say for your hood oh yeah everytime when I pass by
Them go holla my name
Even for the ghetto oh yes make you follow me to that side
Them go holla my
day, new cars, new motherfuckin' deal
Hey
Hey, baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Hey, baby bubba
We lost the music selector
Hey, baby
to keep the D up inside 'em now
So many girls off up in the mall boy a nigga be in the club (oh!)
Soon as one of them walk by me and I be like, "Yo whats
the way you gonna make me drown
Baby, I'm watching your face
I can read you like a magazine
Wanna holla at your headspace
And get up on your in between
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
(Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z)
Yeah
(Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers)
Yeah, yeah
Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me
(Didn't get one past me)
It all went by too fast
Wishing it could never end
But I enjoyed while it had lasted (Ohhh)
Maybe this only happens in rare
shit)
Shimmy-shimmy-cocoa-what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in
Shimmy-shimmy-cocoa-what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in a Range Rover
Boom, boom,
nigga reaching for his wallet like
I got to get it nigga gone head and holla at her
Ass like a stripper make you want to throw a dollar at her (bitch)
[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I'm at the bar
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I like it when she shakes it
weed
Now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennessy
Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?
Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it
smile boy you wild I'm a fight you
Rocka-by-baby when the beat drops
Don't let your friends know we gonna creep off
They gonna be haters tell em cya later
dreams I can do anything baby get on my team
I’MAN ANGEL
I
t ain’t nuthin’ but a thing...nawmean...Come holla at a king
I walk like a natural player
Yeah
Oh na na na na na
Oh emcee baby
Jah man
Oh na na me i no dey love again
I swear your love dey pain
Oh na na me i no dey love again
I swear your
Holla
Holla
Baby would you listen
I give you my heart
You want put me for coffin
Now keep on calling
Tell me you're sorry
But I no dey hear
All the things
sneeze
All alone, just you and me by the palm trees (Let's take a trip)
Right by sea baby girl wan' feel the breeze
R.I.P. it's true death really comes in
solo...
Now I need a woman to take a little ride with me.
Cause I been ridin' solo... Tired of ridin' by myself...
Help me...
Holla back if you need
shit)
Shimmy-shimmy-cocoa-what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in
for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp!Whomp!)
Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call
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