Lyrics:
[Chorus]
[E-40]
That's big spittin, oh boy, fo' sho'
Motherfuckers ain't stickin to the script no mo'
(Nah they ain't stickin to the script)
You know
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it cause I can't take it got me livin in Hell
Like I'm walkin with a secret that
eyes cause I dreamed this fo sho
That's Rich Badman burning on a spliff
Mod Max, touchdown, watch me witness
She waiting on a call, she gon' have
or spring
A white girl's always down for doin the damn thing (fo' sho')
Put her on the highway, she ain't no punk
Got a white girl drivin with white girls in
whatever
My big-ballin' ass nigga Boom, ready for whatever fo' sho'
Yeah, you know!
This how the player's do it
I know you standin there confused
You
at P, turn up the beat
Bangin' the fo', the low-low that is
Or slang dodo or coco, fo' sho' that is
But I ain't even trippin' no more
I'm like the Six
from the gate
No matter what they say, I let them haters hate
I stay prayed up fo sho
And if you didn't know, then now you know
You know the saying, no
down coz I’m The boss
Took it ASAP like I came I saw
Fucking with me then you pay The cost
I say that coz when it rains it Pours
I’m fo shore
I’m fo
do a double shift tomorrow, party hard tonight
Oh baby baby baby
Fuck
Look at her ass
She's helping my addiction, when I get in the back
Sean Paul Get
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
I do it by my lonely cause I'm true to the code
Plus I die with the homies cause that's all I really know
Who started with me, who departed with
the only rapper known by your grandmother (mother)
And your preacher and your teacher, ain't that a trip? (trip)
Moshi moshi acuagru ain't that a bitch?
Cedar Paul nigga
Mashin', grey and blue all day
All night all heated with heaters, Mac-11's
Nine millimeters, whattup Big Nate
I got a bitch that gobble
Sean Paul? (What's happenin'?)
Hey (hey), now ladies and gentlemen (uh-huh)
It's about that time to (it's about that time)
Turn this thang on out
Now
Sean Paul? (What's happenin'?)
Hey (hey), now ladies and gentlemen (uh-huh)
It's about that time to (it's about that time)
Turn this thang on out
Now
prove that I'm guilty
These lawyers fees is crazy, thank God, I'm playin' with milli's
In love with the streets, you by yourself when it get tricky
the grind
Trouble had become a friend of mine
You off up in my head, its just a matter of time
Before I rip shit apart and let Sean Paul shine
Like dem' folks
up the flow, they gon' bite it fo' sho
Put the stick on your bitch, 'cause you're hiding on low
This a 50, them young niggas ready to go
Richard
all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
half a OZ on my person
Lookin' at y'all niggaz like y'all owe me
For certain, I'm all that my fo'mat
Wearin' out ya do'mat I'm hurtin' commercialized
or else a Riot going start
Gong Zilla, Sean paul, colder than a cold sore
No flaw, so sharp, wanted like a outlaw
Dread Locks, Mohawk, gyal no meck di
up, then hit that ATL on'em]
[Verse 2-Stat Quo]
S-T-A-T-Q-you-O
With the awkward flow from the AT, do
Wrist 'fo too cold, he swole, he roll, fo' sho
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