Lyrics:
a gun and you know you a bitch? Ayy
Bitch, it's too deep, don't get in this water (bitch)
If we can't find him, we shoot at his daughter (brrt)
I see
baby pick up the phone
Nice to meet you I'm your future calling I heard you alone
I don't care about how far you live girl you can get flown
I don't care
cheese
See how this shit be turning into Tom and Jerry
You were written in a show hosted by me like Truman Jim Carrey
When I put the lights on you you
after
You get a home take care of your home
You can go back and ugh!
I'm getting courted by the bosses
The Edgars And Doug Morris-es-es
Jimmy I's
that on my phone I see you too
Remember how, BB King you know that blues blues, too true
Never knew love could have that voodoo child
Be still be still
wardrobe is-it, now listen
(Chorus)
Make this money, take this money (Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)
Ain't shit
the blues
Like B.B. King
I got the roughneck scales
To give awhile
Like a voodoo child
Nuthin but style
Take it
But you can see the black glock clickin
or dirty, never ashamed
(Holy hustler) Practice sold faithful
I'm on some holy holy, emcees be grateful
Hook: [B.B. Jay]
I hate to say I told you so, but
, blue, blue, blue, blue
Blue, blue, blue, blue, all I care about is the fuckin' blue (blue)
Okay, so let's talk (huh), 'bout how this went down (yeah)
what they're offering
How much gold they bring
They can't afford what we've had
Not even the king
They can't afford what we've got
Not even the king
what they're offering
How much gold they bring
They can't afford what we've had
Not even the king
They can't afford what we've got
Not even the king
attitude's a result of that
Balderdash, where'd you get the chip on your shoulder at?
Why you kicking that soda can?
Pull your pants up, we 'bout to roll up
when I move and dancing to the song
All I wanna do is get my groove on like this
Let me holla at you baby, come close, it's
Bigg Snoop Dogg, king
myself for myself I am the king
I am the best maybe I am so cocky
Do never compare a lion to a monkey
You remember when you said that I can't do it
Be
to cloud nine
Give me a second, let me roll up
We can hop up on my Nimbus Cloud
You wanna get by
Man learn how to fly
My nigga Goku, he died
Blunt hitting
Life can get really, really real
Deep, deep blues
Deep, deep blues
Deep, deep blues
Deep, deep blues
Very bad news, just found out that my
and told them color me bad
Blue faces
Get that new money, and it's breaking me down honey
Two tears in the bucket I cry with you
But I could never lie
to get it
Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city
Gas 93, now everything litty
Rooks got
bad shit in plenty
Now my eyes won't shed a tear
You can call me by my first half name
Shanti letting you hold my beer
Throwin house parties so wild
messin' wit Mase, gotta go down
What more can I say but hey?
Guess you niggas know now
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice
messin' wit Mase, gotta go down
What more can I say but hey?
Guess you niggas know now
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice
golden, my eyes is open
Shorty whats the deal, can I get open? I interscope it
I spit so raw, I live in the stars
We chillin on Mars, the kings of New York
blue and grey
'Cause I represent like every day
Nigga you can't tell me I don't be on the spot
When I can tell you all the homies that done get
crews, catch me singin' the blues
Strummin' and pickin' like I'm BB King
It's Abdul Rakim, now watch me do my thing
CHORUS
Down, down, you go
Down, down,
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