Lyrics:
a boy-girl revolution of which you should be aware
You can't dis me, it ain't worth it, B
You put yourself down and you don't even see
'Cause I don't play
married and live in our world
Let's play rough; we can get wild
I could go home, but I'll stay
Cheat but I won't
So I go by Weezy
Love me or leave
I could write my name by the age of three
And I don't need anyone to cut my meat for me
I'm a big girl now, see my big girl shoes
It'll take more
the weak-ah.
Speak when spoken to
Yeah I broke a few.
And by the way I was hoping you
Had a freak for me and a freak for you.
I make her do for us
The same
funky enough"
It's getting funky, it's getting funky (Repeat 3x)
Did it with the D-O to the C
I need a break so I can check around
See who
And have a funky good time if you know what I mean
Because when we rhyme, we move people by the masses
When they say they'll pay we'll play when they ask us
the top is off
You nuh see him downgrade when me drop 'em off
Uh, I ain't never play the ho position
I ain't ever have to strip to get the pole position
wat would I be if I let a punk motherfucker run up on me
I play chess checkmate him in the street, 32 fever off blast that's three
Swish swish, fresh
Menim s3 wonyaa y3 a anka mafalle
Fis3 day one naa na wohy33 ase3
U wanna play me down for ma downfall oo ehe
Menim s3 wonyaa y3 a anka mafalle
side we dont joke
Ahh
This side we dont play
Ahh
This side y3w) Outiside y3b3 y3 saa yenda "y3b3 y3 saa yenda"
See the way I chock for this side
Money
me by
(Nevertheless, I'll say it again)
She keeps on pass-
When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly
See she's my type of hype and I
with they asses out, oh my
Good God, you know we fly
Day dreamin' out the window, watch how buildings pass me by
See I ain't signed but at this point
"Thug Music Plays On"
[Wish]
"bone" [X16]
[Layzie]
"New millenium Bone, Thugs...and Harmony"
[Krayzie]
"It don't stop" [X3]
"The thugs is in
Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
Somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut
say was ow-ow-ouch
CHORUS:
Honey how you've grown
Like a rose
Well we used to play
When we were three
How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree
She
Breeze through in the Q, .45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate
Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by the smell
I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air
Party
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
daddies(East Point)
It's all about that see's in yo chest(It's the joint)
3-5-7 to your forehead, there'll be mo' dead
cause I'ma pro, kid
But Lord forgive
like a gorilla straight up out the damn wood
As I a kid man I used to play tug of war, now I grab chicks
By the hair and play rug a war. I'm a king baby
The word play we display
Can only convey the vibe when they DJ
Colonial rep but far from the empecee
Feel sorry for those who by stand innocently
I might lose
Cuz that's what a dreamer is gonna do
People always say to reach for the stars, but
I want to go to the moon
Written By Emily Rose
can play
'Cause I remember
Three Lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
Thirty years of hurt
Never stopped me dreaming
So many jokes, so
a chopper
See niggas tryna kick it
But no I don't play sucka
I'm all about my cake I'm
Tryna marry Betty Crocker
A package on the way you
Know my whip game
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