Lyrics:
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I
your body don't stop don't miss)
Man she got me in the zone when I watch this broad pass by
Been becking at this bitch all night but this my last try
I
think I need to sit in ya chair
We could really get physical here and the sky's the limit nigga
I'll put the whole clique in the air baby
So quit
I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabbing my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown
say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way
No time fo' da game, I do it my way
Kurupt, what up
I'ma drop 'til
these befo,
Country playa type nigga,
Stackin g's in mo!
(Princess)
I'm a pimp by blood playa by nature,
Keep ya man close or I might take him,
Wat he
ya'll, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle ya'll, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle ya'll, we gotta hustle
Lookin' to advance in this world that's
I promise the funk the whole funk and nothin' but the funk...Yoooooohoo
Chorus: I be Da B-R-A-T the new lady wit dat shit ya can't fuck wit (say
blue sea_
Aim lock on, _goldeneye_
War in the snow storm, with double-oh on
U.k. blow your horns
Put you in, i.c.u., gettin blood drawn
Doc did it,
rowdy, (yeah)
[Snoop:]
Fuck that man,da game is to be sold, not to be told, 1st things 1st
I'm a gangsta, nigga, so I'm a roll
Ya got to get bout it
smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three hours
It's a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't push me
steal they badges
Off of 'Operation: Kill Da Wabbit'
PPP niggaz be jackin cabbage
Looked in the camera and pull the mask up
Laughin at ya, yeah I X'd
Before you stab me in the back
Make you a bitch faster
Dig you a ditch after
Under root's
So they cant find you
Im rollin this tree so fat
You know that
I
and I'm doin ya
Weeded daily, always pack a half ounce g
Put springs in your boots and still can't outbounce me
(check one check two check tree)
Check
Here's a strap past ya ta blast at ya
That after, the gap put him in the casket,
Last chapta, that's laughter
Half past move fast just imagine a black
divin back in the cocoa plant game Mr. Johnny Law I'm celibate
Rebellion, slightly throwed off, but hella smart (smart)
Got the mouthpiece of a pimp
never play the game by the book
If you're livin too large, ya better watch that ass
Cause the IRS,
Is gonna take yo stash
comin' to town but you just can’t wait
Check the station, for conversation at six-block
Uno here, to put suckers in the mix
I get deeper than
Like you know me
Startin' shit cause they niggas
Mad doggin' me so now it's time for me to
Release the fuckin' hogg in me
I puts my hand on my heat,
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E.
Sermon
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe
And ya
there, but at least they ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from
from that sword of Davis
That kidnap hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap
Put my soul in it
Care less about the gold in it
Boom
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