Lyrics:
Who could ask for anything more
Loving one who loves you
And taking that vow
Nice work if you can get it
And you can get it if
Won't you tell me
where your motherfucking family at?
Call my nigga Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back
All up in another nigga's woman, I be ramming that
Seeing
And hold them glasses high, yeah
And when a nigga ask you, why? You tell 'em
The dope boys in the building
What's up? The dope boys
What's up? The dope
swallow 'em and
Bullets'll follow 'em and
There's so much coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
They say that we are
run 'em woop
When the sun goes down, down, down, down
Boy are you afraid of the dark, dark?
And when the lights go out, out, out, out
Tell me, do you
won't do at all
no that wouldn't do at all
Hey Willie boy how you gonna feel
Hey Willie boy where you gonna go
Hey Willie boy what you gonna do
the fuck's protecting us?
Boy, you better buckle up
'Cause I got questions for you fucks, I've had enough (ugh)
I got a question, where was protection?
Well, you can tell everybody
Down in ol' Frisco
Tell 'em Tiny Montgomery says hello
Now, every boy and girl's
Gonna get their bang
'Cause Tiny
thugs, where ya at?
Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer
Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home
Do it to 'em, do it to 'em
They love the way
reciting
That I've seen that movie too
So keep your auditions for somebody
Who hasn't got so much to lose
'Cause you can tell by the lines I'm reciting
you at, nigga
Yeah, yeah, check it, check it
95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route
And I ain’t fronting nothing, neither
That ain’t what I’m ‘bout
No
on a diet
Them big boys that push heavy
Weight know I ain't lyin
I'm tryin to blow til the point
I can tell Donald Trump
"You fired" I did what I had to
Do
to you plain and simple cause you know its played
Holla at 'em doggy dogg, go and do that thing
OK, son, tell you like my nigga "Pootie Tang"
I got that
line that you don't already know
'Bout the weekend crowd, or a reckless boy, or a girl from Ohio
They tell me I can sell my soul for a dream
And we're the furniture
Let's get out of the city
Let me tell you about a band I loved
When I was a west-side kid, mmm
Turn it up
It's the Beach Boys
to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm living through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like
the call you've got to get it underway
Word up (up, up), it's the code word
No matter where you say it, you know that you'll be heard
Now all you sucker
Tell me why you gotta look at me that way
You know what it does to me
So baby, what you tryna say?
Lately, all I want is you on top of me
You know
're the only one to blame
Wipe that look off your face
You can wish a thousand times, but
None of that will change my mind boy
You had a chance you'll never get
of people glad
glad glad yea glad I do it from
the heart and if I wasn't gonna finish man why would I even start?
Im soulja boy tell em and my
life is
was
Block out yoo pain
Gotta have control
Mind & time
Thats all that you got
So dont let em rotten your soul
Imma soulja pussy nigga thought i told yaaa
Oh
Oh, oh
Day in, day out
Sidewalk sleepers turn about
Day by day the work gets done
Day by day another war goes on
Tell me, where are we
(gangsters)
Ain't that a bitch (gangsters)
Shoot em up (gangsters)
That ain't cool (gangsters)
Let me tell you somethin' youngster, you got it all wrong
"Oh my"
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why
I dip through in that six-trey, like "Sick 'em, Dre"
I'm an itch that they can't
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