Lyrics:
when I pass on by
I'm a B-E T, and a Southwest thug
Beat down the block, and banging on dubs
Scrubs, back back give me fifty
Cause wanna be thugs, don't
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
chocolate lovers, guns is published
Detroit bitches out of town be dyin' to fuck us
This is real talk, shank lullabies
Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay
oh oh
what's troubling you is the nature of my game, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
My name is Popa Chubby and I come from New York
I was a young boy
of this shit like the tip of my dick
That's embraced by the grip of her lips
Fuck what you say, gotta get to the pay
Give a fuck about fame, boy I rather be
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so the whole
Diddy, they throw shots and holla take that
Big boy swag drop niggas and break backs
Few bumps on the road but trust I can shake back
Standing at, 6'5 you
grind. Young hustlers we graft all the time dawn or dark
Non stop UK walk
Yo as a hustler in the city before I came to stack Lord knows I got the devil
One for the one that love you
Two for the double Double
Down Kings what we bring baby
Double trouble, double Trouble Funk
To wake you out your art
this your rap king dumb
Every single day by day I pray for
Blessings to come my way o (E yeh Yeba)
Back in the days no body look me
No body wanna know
blooded, full throttle
Breathe deep inside the drum hollow
There's the hum, young man where you from?
Brooklyn number one
Native son, speaking in
preachin',
Young niggas wild'n gettin' rich of keys and violence.
Trick, he's the mayor.
Luke, he's the king.
I'm Mr. 305, put that on a triple-beam.
this the vibe of The young king that go Brazy Confidence through the roof and everybody hate me so imma say that shit loud cause I'm proud get yo money
[Verse: Scarface]
Young Face slangin, Ya Ya Ya
Heavyweight, Got a bad bitch in every state
On the grind, nonstop till I touch this cake
Mark ass
money slowly but it's growin', that's a big fact
Young shiner turnt, always wonder where my ring at
Throne been empty for a minute, askin' where the king
North side, east side, west side
Ahuh, ahuh, huh
South side
Aye, come in my ride, come by
Ahuh, ahuh, huh
North side, east side, west side, aye
Yeah,
a tree fading left I'm a frisbee
Unlimited the wisdom of a young mc
Channel light relaying energy like CRT
We the shit maybe give praise to blue baby
Is your boy senior M again
E yeah
E get the way God go bless you
Even your enemies go de love you
E get the way wey your food go done
Even Satan go
I'm comin' for my Moon man
You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance
No glitter glean, handgun with a beam
Have some boys follow you,
I'm comin' for my Moon man
You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance
No glitter glean, handgun with a beam
Have some boys follow you,
a human, pocket full of blue man
Walkin' 'pon the stars gets me higher than a moon man
Send him to his ancestors, family reunion
Young Mula, bitch, them
ride, that's me, he'd die
He the kid with the J's and the Levi's
He'd mind, king and he'd sign
Murder everything and do it by design
He'd fly and he
nine lives
Well I'm the P-L-A, why-E-are
I lay bunnies, like Hugh Heffner
I'm her flavor, kinda saucy
I lay back and let the young freak toss me
young nigga so ruthless
Just like a torch you know I’m too lit
Run up me wit yo boys get yo crew flipped
Fucking yo bitch she said she do this
I’m in
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