Lyrics:
x2]
[Trina:]
I see the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol' ass thick ol' thighs
Mrs. Trina baddest bitch that's right
Diamond
é do beck, I'm a pizza guy
Tou-te a pôr a tremer até a kiza cai
Vou pôr tudo a comer bem, no easy way
Massa não é do rap ya não dá cachê
Ainda nem vi
to the lonely
Rhythm of private life
Dinner for one, dinner in the winterdom
Used to smoke Phillies by Beck's and have fun
Ybor city had me feeling like a crumb
cos I'm a rip tonight
Cos I'm scaring ya, wanted by America
(Hey yo Cube man, they on your ass)
Word, but who the fuck has heard?
It's time
the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (I'm a bad boy)
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about
Posse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop
Alright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it
[Ice
do well
Can tell by the nails you frail
We can battle till your girl big ass feet out them Channels
[PMD]
Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop shit
my jack
But now you want to be on my ass
Like what do you want
What do you need
I gotta go
Upping the speed
You cant get nothin from me
I had to get
the minute you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain!
You wanna step up, get your ass touched!
You wanna rap son, get your ass buff!
Try
with yall pussy ass niggas yall pussy ass niggas won't clap back
Chasing a bag yeah
I been chasing a bag yeah
Chasing a tag yeah
I been chasing a tag
or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewing baccer and whipping ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
Can I get an outlaw?
Let me get a outlaw
Baby throw that ass back
I clap to get that
Her ass is this fat
Your momma did that
I bet it hit back
Explode on impact
But you don't even like me
don't talk a lot
Kick the hoes out the spot
Cuz they talk to a lot
Why tf you bring a out of towner
To the trap spot
Uncle Samed his ass taxed him
Yeah
Deadstock, yeah
On me
Body bag up gang blammed nigga that’s on me
Throw the cash she drop ass on me
Too smacked now the ash on me
Digi dash up
ass too fat, tell her back back (what)
Ain't doing no talkin', the choppa got kick back (blat)
Ooh, ooh
She want be my boo (my boo)
I was broke, now
Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in de mothafuckin' house [yeah do it do it]
NWA's in full effect
Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat
Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in de mothafuckin' house (yeah do it do it)
NWA's in full effect
Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat
Jack, kick backs. Harry Houdini can't save you now. Liar... Dead heart minion, get gutwrenched, get gutted by the serpent that controls your lies. Dead
the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (I'm a bad boy)
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about
see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead
And up from
wagon, knowin' fellas be flaggin' & frontin'
Hopin, by keepin' her gear, wear, & hair dope &
Some really Big Willie nigga'll dig her and get open
And give
Dumbass kid go back to your daycare
Be back in a minute yo ass better stay there
This is a game and I don't play fair
Nah nah I don't play by the rules
You
, them hoes love when I rap
My big bro is De Jack
Ass fat I'mma have to throw a rack because
In the turnin' lane, 'bout to burn rubber
Your girl
Muthfuckas go half went out like soldiers
They other half went out like a hoe
But by act of due process, I’ve risen to fame
By kicking ass and taking
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