Lyrics:
gotta
I'm already on some whole other, word to yo muhfuckin self
Nobody else gon' do it for ya, nobody else
Every now and then someone'll offer ya help,
Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-A-Fella y'all
Futuristic shit, bee-atch
Uh, what the fuck? How we do, how we do
Uh huh, uh huh
It's the eventual triple platinum
thing (we taking it back, yo, way back, yo)
That thing, that thing, that thing
Ayy, we got some very intelligent women in here, man
Do you think
could take it back
I wouldn't have done those silly things
(How do you do it?) Much more bigger man than me
(How can I repay you?) 'Cause you stuck
No doubt!
Yo, yo, y'know how we did on The Infamous album, right?
Aight, we gonna do it again son
Yo, laid up in the cut, watch these rap niggas
Yeah, yeah, ha ha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta niggas is in the building on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It's real!
the bird, double R, that's some cold shit
All I rock is white, them on my old shit
All my niggas solid, all my hoes thick
DJ drop that Gotti, this that dope
By Los Temerarios
(c) 1983 Columbia Records
(2 voices)
'*' denotes that both are singing.
Ella era tan bella
--Nunca vi mujer igual
--Yo sonaba
Watch him when his chain hang
East coast down south
Niggaz do the same thang
Throw up ya dubs like wutang who bang
Harder than that nigga barrellin'
homo, and you expect to crack a bitch
Game for ya, good to ya
Then it’s still ‘fore you crack a
Bitch and let er spoil
Man I got bitches by the dozen tho
St. Louis woman
With your diamond rings
St. Louis man
You just
You just don't mean a thing
You came a long way from St. Louis
You climbed
St. Louis woman
With your diamond rings
St. Louis man
You just
You just don't mean a thing
You came a long way from St. Louis
You climbed
on the motor cycle
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la
do is oompah.
Pah pah pah pah pah
I would take a big breath,
And I would march in a band,
But one thing is sure:
I would love ya,
Yeah, yeah,
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
original
Dogg Pound criminal, ya ever heard of me?
Kurupt, Young Gotti, motherfucker D-P
Why is life fucked up? Toe-up
Scrapin' from the flo' up
Gotti you know we got you nigga
Palm City
Milkwaukee Buck'ing Gang
Yo it's that boy they call Young'n
And you know I rep that gang
Them ink
shake it, baby.
Shake, shake it.
Shake, shake it, baby.
Shake it by me.
Shake, shake it, baby.
Shake, shake.
Shake, shake it, baby.
Shake ya
Hey and do the thing you do
Say the things you need to say
Well, you do the things you do
Say the things you to say
Take it easy baby
You got
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
a goddamn fool, I can't do nothin' with no goddamn ten dollars, man
Get yo' ass on outta here, man
Try to come up here for no damn gram, nigga
That's candy
Zaytoven
Ayy, Zay, I've been takin' this shit all out the country, ya heard me?
Yeah, yeah, they fuck with dopeboys all over the country, ya heard
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
playin' games you can act right
Yeah, I had to do it for the street, hoe
Do right, getting money, living life hoe
Gotti, Young, YG (Yeah) Silk G (Yeah)
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
_ "Every Little Thing")
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