Lyrics:
EA, my zone (EA)
Got it by myself, ain't nobody put me on (ain't nobody put me on)
Turn a pop song to a real scrap song (to a real scrap song)
I just
and thin
Till it just got too thin I guess
She walked in one day and said she had believed me
I could've sworn I saw big tear in her eye
I heard
my class started
Country nigga never seen a passport
'Til I popped off and got a bag for it
Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court
Watchin' Jr.
moments even when you started lovin'
Damn, after loving, just take it out
Don't get me so far, the Q, man (take it back, bump it)
Inspect yourself,
thing,
a little tan-legged Georgia dream,
She's a rockin' them holey jeans.
Baby, what you got goin' on Saturday,
You know, words got it, there's gonna be
you see
I'm just trying to be all I can be
Ohhahhoahh, yeah
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Now first come the cash, then come the ass
Then come big blunts with
Up in the double are (R), just me and Slim
I'm getting cheesed by the milk stackin' cake, boy
Cash Money, how you luv that, playboy (playboy)?
Don't
cowards
And sure enough I don't got time to explain the vision to these niggas who don't understand
Just need a couple grand in my hand then I won't give
you, I believe a man is judged by what's in his heart, and not his bank account
So if this is what religion is, a big car, a suit and a tie
Then I
rappers ball, but they don't live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes
really pretty
But I know you shy when the gang around (hey, hey)
Ain't got no time to just hang around
Fuckin' or fightin', we bang it out
I get it
Where is my tambourine wait a minute I'll get your tambourine
Got my tambourine get your thing baby
What's wrong with you what is it you want
dope is amazin'
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got
how you doin'?)
I just got back into town
(L.A.?)
I was out on the desert for awhile (riders on the storm)
Yeah, um, in the middle of it (riders
'fore I got home
Yeah, the streets dead, can't a soul save 'em (no)
Huh, you just a rapper, that's a bold statement (oh yeah)
I watched a kingpin
latins goin platinum
Now we, in it lookin for the big peso
And my, song inspired by Elvis Crespo
And we, gettin it started so baby let's go
Nasty boys
about going through
I got niggas who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
Who sit next to you? Protecting you?
But they'll murder you, player
Don status,
food clown
I ain't gotta huff and puff you know my style
Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out
I got cash motherfucker, I could have you touched
But
got so used to it being on a creep, babe
Yeah maybe I-I-I got so used to just giving you the least babe
But nowadays, I need more from ya
I need
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don't try to teach me, nigga, I know what I'm doin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh, uh, saw me and started
downgrade the crib and the way I live?
Now how about I don't and we just say I did, nigga
Hey, I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed niggaz ain't
goes love a nigga rich
Love games funny hoes on a nigga dick
Let me love you though I ain't like these chicks
Loving you for your dough money go quick
kickin me nowhere youngin
Im now in my 30s want your pant dirty dog I
Can hadle that for ya
Just a big just a bad thats a?
Got so much shit on my mind
Boy
a way way out
And yeah, your music been bumping and you just waiting to break out
And I've been waiting all God damn year, all year
I can tell that
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