Lyrics:
obstaje
Ej co czaje, śmieje sie cziksa ciska techniksa,
jade ten freestyle wiesz ze to wszytsko jest tak
jam Islam
dla mnie sprawa oczywista
Rób to bo
program
(What happened to the slow jams)
We dropping platinum, number one, bitch, that's how its done
[Chorus]
Lil homie went to school everyday,
Ain't nobody in the room high as me
All by myself but I'm seeing 3's
All em' say you wanna be like me
Michael Jordan Jackson Tyson
All em' say you wanna
obstaje
Ej co czaje, śmieje sie cziksa ciska techniksa,
jade ten freestyle wiesz ze to wszytsko jest tak
jam Islam
dla mnie sprawa oczywista
Rób to bo
than respect, have foenem rob you, out yo pants
Pulled off doin' just 200, need 200 in advance?
Try my homie who be chillin' and we killin' off your mans
2-0-2-1, Lost lil Quin, swear it stopped my livin', swear it stopped my livin
Won't say a thang
They get in the jam and then them niggas change,
by Erykah Badu
'Cause you wanna steal this good music
Put me out of business, now you lose it
Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow
That shit never
short
I've been writin songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport
One year has gone by, with tecs jam up in your eye
I'm on some clever shit, fuck it man,
and Pimp see you know they down wit us
Black Rob and Eightball, down wit us
M.J.G. you know he down wit us
B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us
My nigga
For a dolla' bill people will do anything
They'd rob and steal for a dolla' bill, any will
Let's go sit back and let the beat ride a lil' bit
Let
on the backstreet shooter, seen the shots up at your grill
Free Lil' Chris up out that jam, he been itchin' for a kill, ho
My money long, mine gone, I'ma tweet for
will respect my past, I ain't playin'
[Shyne]
If I start from scratch I'd sign with Def Jam
Nah, fuck am I saying? Puff's the best man
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
Cherry lipstick
Expensive perfume
They consumed by her beauty
Merci beau coop
She ain't never been a bird
But she do do coupes
Entree 3K
Blow cash
comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
M1OnTheBeat
Woi
Yes (M1OnTheBeat)
Yes
Woi
Again and again again and again
Yeah
Yo
Chubbs might jam this yute for a chain
And give it to a sweet one
I pass by she burnin trees bumpin slow Jams
I know a bitch around the Way
cnd no, she Don't play.
cttitude real Bouijie
Fiji water Coochie
I Pass by
J-Money was torchin' opps
I hate the streets that took Lil Rob
I just copped a brick of hard
These niggas soft, pussy fraud
Askin' why they took
Yuh, The west coast need a lil love I'll bring home the dub just hear how I go now
I'm cooking these tracks with my feet in the mud my nigga just
Roaring
Pretty nigga Girl i’m Gorgeous/ Ballin
Currency keep on pouring
& it’s pouring on me
Wealthy just like lil baby
Witness my Artistry
Go down in
and had the mask I was in that ass
That circle show no mercy when it come around and give it back
Go rob him for that cash I was down up on my last
Like
Who living to pander
Then rob his banker
And take off with Amber
They talking big shit
Cuz they ain't fought Tyson
My words hit, like getting
Trampled
all my lil niggas in the game
Lil Nick, Big Dre, my brother Phil did a drive by on the game
Lil Darius, Shawn Baby, Big W, Brian Jay, Lil Toby, Lil
think im a lil colder
He can walk but he can't talk it out when bullets in his molars and
Too expensive fuck a cost I want a Hemi as my motor
If that
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