Lyrics:
And chasing lassies by the moon
Layin' up all day
On the porch playin' guitar tunes
Yeah, I'm a lone wolf
And I no longer run with the pack
Yeah, I am
and boy don't quit"
I say This is how it goes when I say my rap
Most times when I rhyme wouldn't be like that
'cause the way I write rhymes you will
find you're all alone; everything has changed.
Play the game; you know you can't quit until it's won.
Soldier of only you can do what must be done.
You
and scratch that break
Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
(You are now smoking with the best, the best)
I said one more time for
Hey now where did we go
Oh yeah, days when the rains came
Way down in the hollow
Yeah, playin' a new game
Laughin' and a runnin', hey, hey, hey
a trip, either you deep or you sleep with the fish
I keep a fifth for them niggas that's eager to flip
(We brave in the heart)
(Playin' a part)
get that sack, but do that shit right by your lonely
Chopper hit him with a force like I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi
Don't need no court to use my torch, I've
me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now
And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?
let them talk when
My goons get hellish
The only way they talk is with a full clip
You 'gon make them boys dump
You 'gon make them boys slump
(Chump I
I saw the light my game was tight from runnin' wit you
You had me stressed out and thinkin' that its time that I quit
So I wouldn't leave, had me
What you sayin', what you doin', quit playin'
I know that you stayin', The night feels right with you by
my side, What you sayin', what you doin',
to get the friction on
So, ladies (yeah) ladies (yeah)
If you wanna roll in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around, stick it out
Even white boys got
Trap shit, no wack shit, nigga yeah, yeah
I pull up and spray up your block (block)
You niggas be hatin' a lot (a lot)
My niggas be playin' with
featherweights
Let's get ready to rumble
I'm Spud Webb of the game
And I'm smackin' down Mutombo
Homie you don't want no -
Problems with this heavyweight
Shut it
rappers need hugs
I ain't grow up with you, I don't know you nigga
Quit hittin' my phone 'bout that verse, look I don't owe you, nigga
I ain't beefin'
Joker)
Yeah boy, you hit the jackpot
So chill as I flex my skill and rap talent
Smooth hardcore, no time for love ballads
I'm not kickin the slow jams
in neiman's be in sakks
We be working with them hawks
We be playin with them gats
Put my young boys on the strip
We been playin with the packs
Never
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
this white boy, slangin my herb
D.P.G. to the fullest young 'cause
My homeboy Ricky said, "Show me some love!"
He got the club with this fool named
Yeah
I tried talk to 'em
Quit talking, I'ma hang you by your tongue, yeah
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck with niggas like
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggaz comin
spray
Slap hands with my mans by the walls we play
Now, waist chains and cami-flauge complete sag
Live pools, my squad rules
From solar to lunar, cheap
They tell me you're shy boy
But I want you just the same
Don't play innocent with me
You know it's not just fun and games
When I look into your eyes
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