Lyrics:
'm feelin' myself
And with the number one single, I'm feelin' my wealth
Yeah, Now what you know about me
Call me Mr. '08, 'cause this year about me
I
'bout five above and pass
All I wanna do is D.P.G.
And keep it like that and hit donuts in the streets
Bump it gettn' da high to the one two step
Make
Rollin on blunts, niggaz call it swisher sweets
I got birds 16-5, a muthafuckin key
Fool, when ya hit me, it's 18-5
I gotta tax em 2 g's just for takin
[Chorus]
I'm hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah
Takin' you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you learnin' when you
Burnin' up that smoke
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five call it Pac's revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho
Poor lil' rich nigga, that's me
Smoke comin' out the sunroof, blowin' on hasheesh
Can't stop now, cause I'm in too deep
One point five wide, every two
hun
[Mystikal]
Mr. Hood Critic
[G-Quikk]
Get one
[Mystikal]
Only way to keep my muthafuckin' name
Out your muthafuckin' mouth
Is to keep
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
jump my automatic keep 'em weary
While you frontin' like you Billy Bad Ass
Nigga you scary, I been knowin' you for years
We was high school peers, in
anything to be down
Two hundred million blind mice
Running through this town
[Shock-G]
Patty Cake, Patty Cake I heard your man
Wears a gold Rolex and put
One for the money yes uhh two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of somethin good
Where me and my nigga rodes
my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties
Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas
fast enough
Fuckin' with this lil' raw bitch, she an animal
Ridin' 'round with two sticks like a chopstick (bow, bow, bow, bow)
Youngins makin' keys
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
Ladies and Gentleman (yeah)
Drama, Mr. Thanksgiving
(Drama) Jazze, we got one, big homie
(If you ain't got your ones yet, too late you
(Yo, yo check this out, yeah motherfuckers)
(Come on motherfuckers, B.I.G. motherfuckers)
Too much smoke in here man
Crack a fucking window man,
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
is in your arms
Chorus: 2X
Rap:
It's the time of the year
When I wanna hold you close my dear
Oh no, no, don't get me wrong
The other times are
life
You need a baller, I'm a baller your type
You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life
[Lil' Flip]
24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my
to two-one
Where the sun be shinin' and I be rhymin'
It's me, Snoop D-O-Double-G, and I'm climbin'
This is for the Gz, and this is for the hustlas
This
Slowly I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the house slept,
I disconnect the phones
shiver
When I deliver
Criminal lyrics
From a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waitin' for some thug shit,
'm lookin' can you help me out
I need a lil' bit and quick, you dig what I'm talkin' bout?
[Bad Azz]
Hey D-O-G, I got some Chronic, see I'm on my way
I
), endorse my (endorse my)
Reggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)
It's astigmatism, you got poor sight (poor sight)
Let the bitches forget it, I
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