Lyrics:
Shit, law enforcement couldn't stop that dude
Guess who? Fresh off of "Volume 2"
Back at you, peep the numbers my album do
They call me
kind of sad and
I said you too? I said No Doubt I know how that be happenin
But I need all the Dixie Chicks jus to gather in
And let me explain jus
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
Pac
Biggie
Even the Dixie chicks
Self conscious
Even more pressure being black an
That's why they scared thought
They could steal the land
Claim
Now I get sandwiched by these chicks... my pleasure
Play that shit again, yeah by bars be too clever
Album too cold like my studio in Denver
I think I'm
out the pussy and you know me
I take
My mother always told me not
To play with fire
I represent the ice, cold blizzard V fire
And everybody knows that
ass
I go to the club man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw on my jeans
ready to kiss my ass
I go to the club, man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw
look really rich
Yea, you is my bitch and I told you you ain't shit
I'm a rockstar
I'm a rockstar
I'm a rockstar you can't tell me shit, I'm a rockstar
than just some friends
But by the time I looked up
You was gone With anotha man
Damn
True love is hard to find
Need a ride or die chick
Sittin by my
for four minutes, nigga, that's what it took
Huh, yeah, yeah
I told you I didn't lose it, man
Don't second guess me again, man
Some of y'all just need
[Intro]
To everybody in the struggle
If somebody ever told you that you couldn't do somethin'
And you still made it happen
Congratulations
Soul clap
pick her up and drive her around town
She said ooouu baby boy you be driving me wild
Cuz I'm way to cute and she like my style
Now that's all she gotta
figure out what's acceptable
The man behind the Cardigan, that album is impeccable
My niggas got the loud homie, if it's stressin' you
We lampin' in
at me now, they saying that I'm the golden child
Can't nobody hold me down
Ay, oi trust me, I feel the same
Mummy told me go get this money and kill
as fittin' to blow you tryin' to blow back south
Well ok, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, hey yo
I though you meet that chick it that got
There are many people
I'd like to get drunk on a boat with
I have information
That will defraud the u.s. government
I plan to let it out as soon
Anna Kournikovia, baby girl's my model
All I wanted in life is to be a soldier
Now you can find me with chicks just doing yoga
Meditation that
Shootin' bullshit with my buddies
Parked down by a river bank
(Wheels) And I'm only gainin' miles in life
Heartbeat of America just make sure
That you drive
workin for it, oh yeah
I see you workin for it, oh yeah
I see you workin for it, oh
But is it worth it, oh
School of pot heads when they told
Me that
album, Miami not like Barbados
She never seen an island
She tried to ask me 'bout paper, told her I keep it pile stack
I might even eat it, long as you
and that's a par for you
How she make that bounce like The Blackout Crew
A good time's what I'm here for blast the tune
Don't leave your girl around me that
I got what you want, I got what you need
Rep chicks on the strip, rep thugs on the street
I got what you want, I got what you need
Rep chicks
brother
I think the chick's talkin' 'bout me so I'd better go 'n see
I'm hip that she knows a horn is very best to greet you
That's the reason I'm
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