Lyrics:
Shit, we do this every day, they hatin', nigga, let 'em hate
Bring this Draco to your living room and let it decorate
Some of my niggas Crips, some
the pool (ah)
Red bikinis and some pump heel shoes (ah)
Who could think of any damn thing cooler (ah)
We at my crib so it ain't no rules (ah)
I'm butt
to clockwise to soul trading
Still she'll lay down her body
Covering him all the same
So hundreds of years go by
(the red road carved up by sharp knife)
picture on his wall, went half-crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all, hoping she'd come back again
Kept some letters by his bed dated
my way, 'cause I'm seeing red
We got plans to make, we got things to buy
And you're wasting time on some creepy guy"
"Hey, shut up chick, that's
Niggaz wanna see me taste my own medicine
Picture that, get on some old second grade shit, I'ma get you back
Retaliate, if it hates for you to think I
[Hook]
All she ever wanted was a rich man
And all she ever wanted was this d*** man
They saying all these beats are sick man
They saying Jordan gimme
To the way it was before
It's all headed in the wrong direction
cnd I can't take it anymore
Gimme Back My Country
Gimme Back the way it used to be
Cause We
can't stop
Yeah the girls are in the back blastin' that good ol hip-hop
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope
that urge to splurge
But I'm broke as fuck, Sin, gimme that Mossberg swerve
Up into my bag 'cause I gotta get my mask and shells
To put in this 12
Hilfiger made by Tommy
So when I speak, hope to reach my boricua mamis
Oh, come to papi, I love it when it's wet and sloppy
In and out the mouthpiece
Gimme that funk, mmm (mmm)
Funk (funk), mmm (mmm)
Yo, gimme that funk (funk)
Oh yeah, baby, gimme that funk
Sho' nuff, that funk (funk)
Yo, yo
pull up they be like) OK
OK, OK, (Damn gimme some room, gimme, gimme some room)
OK, OK, (I might mess around and go buy me a gold chain)
OK, OK, (I don'
the jungle
Crossed over enemy lines
Well I got me a red nose
By sleeping under hedgerows at night
Yeah well I tried levitation
Flying in formation
Heaven
at, straight off the launchin' pad
Marchin' on the moon motherfucker, I been to Mars and back
Cleaner than laundromats
Jumpin' in somethin' from
Gimme little bit of this with a little bit of that
Little bit of funk with a little bit of rap
Gimme little bit of love, get a little back
Gimme
shoot your gun.
Knock them motherfuckers down one by one.
Money on up. It's in your face.
Gimme no lip or get your fate back here. Ooh. Got it
all would be funny
When you came back home in a week
You'd turn twenty-two and we'd celebrate you
In a bar or a tent by the creek
Your baby would
and give it right back
For generations we been dealt bad hands with bad plans
Prove your dedication by hoppin' out Grand Ams
I'm at the premiere
stop
Come alive y'all gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in
wouldn't go nowhere, took the detour
When you see the someone in the crack right by the sea shore?
When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor?
If
Lathan
And she throwing passes like Troy Aikman
And she really into twisting facts like false statements
He's into twisting backs by throwing his weight
we gon' drank
Have you ever seen dank this green?
This red? Take it to the head
Gimme some head this orange, this purple
This the type of shit that
When they opened up the strip I was young and full of zip,
I wanted some place to call my own.
And so I made the race, and staked me out a place,
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