Lyrics:
the Dude, Kurupt, 2
And James Brown with his fist crossed
I fluctuate the vocals like Prince Rogers
Whoever thought a billionaire come
Out of Compton?
two fifteen, yo
Downtown for the win, woah
Sean C for the tempo, Portugal for the intro
This is Arctical Don Disco from the one choir
Calling shots
need stability to get a piece of me
Sent from the prophesy to get inside of me
Has a good degree Knows philosophy
Put a damn ring on it and wife me up
ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona,
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
I might cry tomorrow but the blues is just the blues
I might weep in sorrow but I'm Mr. Cool, I'm Mr. Cool
I might hit the gravel but I tie my shoes,
every day
I was taught every dog got his day
When them bullets go to spark
And the dog gotta lay
Better hope to God he don't jump with the K
Mr deLeon by
Dun, dun, dun
NLE the Top Shotta got bombs like Al-Qaeda
(Damn E, this shit exclusive)
Ayy, ayy
Never send a threat on the internet just
and Griselda
Servin' with my nina, cookin' good Christina Aguilera
In that cherry-red Beamer, champagne two-seater
Limo tint, John Cena, Maxo Money Making
some good things when I get it
(Ima do it)
Do Good (And when I get it)
Do Good by your people (Ima do it)
Do Good by your friends
Boy, you better do it
eyes on you
Baby you look good, you're thicker than stew
You got friends, boo? Well, I got mine, too
The club closed at two, can I roll with you?
a clipper
But when I play 2k i use the lakers
Smoke so much weed run outta papers
My weed loud but my music louder
So the neighbors cant smell it
Don't do it
sellin' K packs
Got 'em for the five hunnid, sold 'em for the two
Two a day, fifteen a week, them bitches used to boom (Goddamn)
My walkin' days was
K to the U to the to the BB
Let me tell you 'bout the best game on the planet baby
Tossin' dowels so good it's got you hypnotized
I'm like a baseline
Mr. Cee ]
3, 2, 1, comin in with a bang
It's 2 dark-skinned niggas, not a muthafuckin gang
Pimps with limps, never known as simps
We smoke dank, not
suit, no tie
Niggas ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo'
You leavin' the hotel 254
Today was good to me, I went to the Goodwill
With the ten
k By Thug Demand
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(Chorus)
Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in
dirty
It's Canada nigga, I got the country on my BI
Two bad women, I bet I can turn 'em bi
Hol' up, call me Mr cash Get It
Orange Lamborghini
Lookin' like
a cantaloupe
Got a Grammy and not just the interlude
Y'all niggas lucky I ain't snatch the other two
Got the lemon that sit on the ear ring
And that bitch
of these pillz call me in the morning
Fifty thousand pillz man I'm so real
Three dollars for a pill that's a damn good deal
Ay whats up Gucci Mane
Why
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
Caught a plug on a diesel, that's from the Phillipines
Start asking yourself "damn, how good is he
To make it look so simple?" but how could it be?
I get girls wey dey ask me for two k
Urgent two k
So I sing song with Mr. Two Kay
Put am on replay make them receive the two k
Wetin my eye don see
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