Lyrics:
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
a party hat, running on the map
I'm a thunder cat, put ya tongue on tha, cold glass just poor one more and pass it
Or get ya ass kicked, I flip the magic,
or hang up to decline
Verse one:
Whattup gangstas, how tha fuck y'all feel
We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your steel
Let them caps peel, one by
fights at school
Whoever came and made it there fresh was cool
So that taught me
I started stealing dean's walkie-talkies
Five cent a chip
dollars on the city bus fare, I would have been short by a mere eighteen cents
The automated kiosk of course, devoid of empathy, would have just left me
the stench
We get them grammies in by the cents
Popping the xannies like I got no sense
Ratchet city bitch I come from the trench
Fuck up the mall now I feel
like to party
I am Shaq and they are Vlade; boy you softer than Chobani
While I'm wavy; John Tsunami, what I'm kickin is karate
If your mission is my
chill on the Stairs
They use to throw hood parties and nobody Cared
I aint even gonna lie back then I was Square
But I was always on the block I was
shooting
Over my purse
It's true
They really call me woo
Really got the cookie
And I really got the glue
Never plan my day
Never knowing what to do
a movie, don't call us by last name
Take one, we party, take shots till the sundown
Take two-repeat even more loud than a gun sound
Take three, it's all
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Theresa May
Recently, I've been forcing rhymes
Eminem does it all the time
Now Shady's forty-five
Anyone still check Shade 45?
By the way, Oliver Age 24
[LA The Darkman]
It's 9-5, I survive, Park shit is still real
You know stacks, money, drugs and the whole ordeal
Murderers that kill, Alize makes me
cannot describe scribe scribe
How you make me feel
9 to 5
24/7
9 to 5
24/7
Baby your love is true
I'm so glad I am with you
9 to 5
24/7
9 to 5
24/7
Baby
an outlaw
When I got the revolver
I'm shootin 6
Five guys wit me
When we pull up to the party
Get poppin wit these chicks
Got her suckin up on my eggs
the room
Jump in the Beam in that 2x2 (by 2
Don't pree that's my snack and she looking sweet
Set your eyes boy then it's too deep
My life's a party I got
round 5 p
But tell me you know the areas where them hoes be
Cause last week
That party was deader than a zombie
And I’m not tryna have repeat
So once
Message" was blastin
UTFO was next, then Inspector Gadget
Had to be near a bastard to see mean shots
Never was a killer, couldn't make it to my 13 box
5 cent
Mai kyun baitha yaha Peeta gam me sari raat jaane mere Raaz
Khafa hoon mai khudse
Tu na aye Jaa tu leke ja
Jo rakha tha wo mujhme
Tere liye pyar
Kia
rappers
Thinking they 'gon discover you
News flash this is not
Nineteen ninety five
Record labels stealing cents out the artists lives
Ill advised by
Chorus 7X: sample
Soon as the bass kick
[Shyheim]
There's a party goin on 5c-75
Everyone's gonna be there I bet it be live
Ran home mad quick jumped
the way to my belly (belly)
Lord to devil in housing - cause roxing by the gallon
We vitally known for my spittery - see all type of people asking me-
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