Lyrics:
Ooh, black Mattie
Where did you sleep last night?
Wit'ch yo hair all tangled
Clothes ain't fittin' you right
Wit'ch yo hair all tangled
Clothes
"I'm wit' you, I'm wit' you"
"Aight, yo, yo"
"Beat 'em in the head"
Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space
I'mma' sit on top
This friday performing live
At the civic center
You heard him on fat rabbit wit timberland
I be that named luda a.k.a. l o v a
You heard him wit
Yeah,
That shit sho feel good
Hey player, dis Peaches
Coming back at ya one mo gen, wit a big whats up
Break out your black low, and your booms
in the world
Isn't Garbo, isn't Dietrich but the sweet trick
Who can make me believe it's a beautiful world
Social? Not a bit
Natural kind of wit
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
(bend ova) , let me see it
Go head bitch, bitch get, get, get it, aye!
One leg up
Roll wit it, Like a muhfuckin' bread truck
(bread truck) let ya self go,
'fore court, this nigga woke up smokin' outta pound of strong
Hop out the drop, I told 'em light the way
Uh, wit' a dirty K, yeah
I came through
Oh shit
Yeah
Ride wit me, ride wit me, come on and ride wit me
Smoke wit me, float wit me, come burn this O wit me
Ride wit me, die wit me, come
dead in the market
Stone cold dead in the market
I lie cold dead in the market
She killed nobody but her husband
I lick 'im wit' thee pot and thee
too cold
So come wit it come it come wit it, yeah
Come with it wit it, come wit it, come wit it, yeah
You gotta come wit it, just come, wit it yeah
Ahh! I kicks it off, n**** what rhyme wit no f***in problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some
fix it
Everything that you got, that shit probably old
I know my partners wit' me
Ain't no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeah
Who gon'
Maybe its the way I do (Keep mamies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that)
I don't know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Is gon'
S-class wit everything voice-activated
Chrome rims three bladed, factory custom made it
Paid wit big faces; if it's broke then replace it
Now it's like
and some sweet antiques
That's 'cuz I'm a boss, lil mama
Step your cookie up
I'm a pro, and you be getting your rookie up
Get wit it, little mama, get wit it
Iz u wit it, wit it, wit it, iz u wit it, wit it
Iz u wit it, wit it, wit it, iz u wit it, wit it
Iz u wit it, wit it, wit it, iz u wit it, wit it
Iz
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
I'm focused one thing they know is
(If you rollin' wit tha gang, then you rollin up another plane)
Ok no stems, no seeds I keep it G
(If you rollin'
you again
And break your fuckin' legs till your bones poke through your skin
You beef wit' me, I'm even the score equally
Take you on Jerry Springer,
Swart en wit strepe, wit en swart strepe
Swart en wit strepe op 'n zebra se lyf
Swart en wit strepe, wit en swart strepe
Swart en wit strepe is 'n
rise high
Remember the dead don't die less they fuck wit' I!
Niggas know who dope yo
Shit the flow is retched
And my gee too futuristic for you
Chill...
Yeaaaa hahahaha
(Erick Sermon)
Equip wit the rap microchip
Program aptitude one mo return oh
My face in
Come and ride wit me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at
Where them suckers get it at, and hustlers keep the chickens at
Ride wit me nigga,
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