Lyrics:
Cause, I will blow off yo ass
Juicy J is on the track, Gucci! Skrt, skrt
I'm on lortabs a fifth of yak
Don't play with me i'l kill yo ass
I'm gutta
me, baby
You ain't gotta front if you want me, shorty 'cause I want you
Baby, you ain't gotta front if you want me
All you gotta do is come get me
illegal let it pass
Get ya cash or get beat up by the people
Diesel you could hear me through ya
Speaker got me greedy
When I'm eatin' gotta feed a lot
a dame by the name of Crystal
Her flaunt's to the point just like a missile
A habit with ears kiddin' with gold mags
And since she fancies facial hair
of you niggas is first to feel the blast
Ain't coming for money I want your life fuck the cash
{juicy j}
We bout to
that butt you got makes (me, me so horny)
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you want to get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that
Can you tell me why the bells are ringing?
Nothing's happened in a million years
I've been sitting here since Wednesday morning
Wednesday morning
A is for Adam and he was the first man
be for the brimstone that rained on the land
see is for Cain, he slew his brother you know
D is for Daniel who
let ?em know this is not a test
I hear you calling
[Mary J. Blige]
What you hear is not a test (Oooh!)
I'm rocking to the beat (I'm rocking
created the wave, now all of these rappers are seasick
Like Juicy J, I tell you to your face you can eat a dick
We can fight on the stage like Bone
sumpthin' like you
Jamaicans say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the pool
Let bells ring like Sunday school
L.L. Cool J is hard as hell?
yeah
You're only ever gonna see a deuce from me
I'm like hold up wait why you hating?
I can smell the hater by the fragrance
They don't wanna see
Juicy J. put cats to shame
Three 6 drop beats like acid rain
I told yall before this ain't a damn game
You the weakest link. I be the damn chain
If u
is coming, Cuban Linx, nigga
Louis Rich, the signature, bitch
(Every dog has his day, huh, Mel?
You wanna job Ernie? Ok, then, you call me tomorrow)
Chorus:
[D.J. Paul]
You dealing with some thugs
who like to hit it from the back (back)
with no kind of springs attached
what you think about that
a zone baby
With a prime cut Don's finest wine to help me buss off
Yeah hit the liq' hit the bong
If the misses is trippin', you tell the misses you
Chorus:
[D.J. Paul]
You dealing with some thugs
who like to hit it from the back (back)
with no kind of springs attached
what you think about that
Bobby, yeah, you, you probably trippin', dawg
Shawty bring it back, it's a fact
She get the bag, she get the check
She give it to me then she give me
workin' wit money
But Cali ain't a dummy
What these brodies want from me?
Cos all I got is G, J.Lo
And Murda I.N.C.
I really wish you wouldn't send
her
I'm addicted to her
She know I can't live without her
Mary Jane is all I need
In the Lambo blowin' nothin' but that kill
You know I keep this RIP
I
charge nigga
{Juicy J}
can you niggas feel my pain
catch me standing in the rain
holding on a rusty 2
bout to act a fuckin fool
is the 6
[Its ecstasy what you did yo me, met by serendipity, coincidence is what we see]
Tik tik tik tik-tak on their clocked face
Tik tik tik tik-tak
versions charted by Gordon Jenkins (#30) and Eddie Fisher (# 17)
Unless you give me your sunny smile
Unless you make living worth the while
Unless you
is a dumb ass
When you was leaving, did he put up a fight?
Was he stressin' you, wasn't fucking you right
Well one man's trash is another man's
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