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Before you let your top back get your bread up
Made history but now we claimin' victory
Get ya out the white house go back to your efficiencies
burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwin' her over furniture (agh)
It's the return
let nobody take me down (Nobody taught me)
Can't let nobody break me down... Me down (Break me down)
(I had to figure this thing out by myself)
I'm hard to handle like bikes with no bars
We excite stores that got dykes leaving doors
Unlock the heated 'cause they know when I sex well
Left
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
We met at the broken spoke restaurant and lounge
I lit your cigarette and then you wrote your number down
On the inside of a matchbook that was
cocked back, but he spit about one time
Slumped out, sun down, and his man coming by
With like two more trucks and they creep from behind
Threw it in
blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath
Bumpin' gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash
'Cause from Eazy-E, to DOC, to DPG
Started from that SOB, DRE
Like
the door's not open now (Break it down break it down)
The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is)
But I ain't moving (Excuse me?)
We can't keep joking
somethin' (yeah), uh
Diamonds in my tooth, why my teeth bussin'? (Ayy) yeah
Chrome Heart on my wrist, this cost three somethin' (money), yeah
Bitch, we run
the way it goes
Where was it you lived in case I'm ever there
Well, three doors down and two behind
And it gets a little bit out of hand sometimes
Don't
ain't talked about
I know it's getting started when you break that bottle out
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila
Clothes on the floor
You'll have
And pulled out a wad of dubs
After you got buzzed, she walk by
You saw how big her ass was
Got her on the dancefloor
And she started dancin' like a ho
before he was near anything like that again.
They put his cradle on the ??? near the door,
So the folks downstairs could hear him when he fell out
frank, but now we're just throwin' Ls down
Our hustle was our way of livin'
They ain't see the vision, Ray Charles, Ray Charles (ayy)
But we not playin'
shack
On the banks of the river by the railroad track
We kept chickens in a pen in the back
And everybody said we was po' folks
My daddy was a farmer
sweet Beatrice
She's my sweet Beatrice
And she's coming home
Well, for sure, she opened the door
Whipped out a three-foot fishing lure
Sexually, that
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin'
my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, muther f**kers. They're out to take our
When they are far away at sea
"I think I'll call it America"
I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath
I fell down, I could not stand
Captain
conductor he seemed to know
You've done me wrong I was feeling low
For he yelled aloud we're over that Dixon Line
The Brakeman started singin' a song
only supposed to make you want it more
But, no lie, you contemplating quitting, walking out the door
But, what the fuck you supposed to do? This is all
to my crib, we blow by the Os
Kush, you already know
It ain't in a joint, we don't even smoke it
I keep a bitch gettin' stoned
We wakin' and bakin',
niggas want to rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to jook
One nigga slid and think he got off the hook
Now let me find out one
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
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