Lyrics:
finally trapped in their wicked power sway
Creep a little closer here's a secret that's been
Passed down generation after generation to this day
Remember
mouthes, couldn't shut
Filling up this headspace all these other voices
I really have the choice, I won't let em dictate cuz
I don't owe nothing
I won't give
to gangbang
Will I change
Hell nah nigga
Quick to jack that ass to make my bank roll bigga
Trip
I shot em down
I shot em , shot em down
And if the too
of the Prince
And ya don't stop
Yo Jazzy why don't you rock up the spots
Yo Jazzy hey Jeff I'm psyched I'm psyched
Give em a cut Jeff
Ooh-wee check out my
but I don't want to give them A's. O.k. F, D, F-, test time, set timers, call every parent and give 'em a piece of my mind, shit. 'cause I don't want
Let's get it on
We don't give a what-what
We don't give a what-what (shit)
Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor (what)
Get it
Let's get it on
We don't give a what-what
We don't give a what-what (shit)
Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor (what)
Get it
Little Girl Voice) He once was a thug from around the way.
Eazy, but you should(Eazy-E Interupts with)
Bitch, Shut the fuck up.Get the fuck out
like them other guys, scorching hot like the summertime
Get inside, temperature is high, I’ma hurricane and I just arrived
I’m taking this music by
He's just a little skinny, little Jew who gives Irish goodbyes
He's already picked his cloud out in the sky
He's living zeitgeist maybe because he's
The fuck is that I need to wash my lips
Girl you're nasty as hell you're no longer my wish
Like the old me you won't be ever miss
I catch you by surprise
turtle, catching all by surprise
With his smooth shiny shell, he'll catch your eyes
When he snatches a little fish, you can't help but give a smile
Crafty,
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (shake it) shake it (shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. face with the Oakland booty)
Baby
at the end of the street
Cord a little tight for the poor boy to breathe
They named him Blue, after Ben Billy Blue
He'll pray to the messiah and follow
want to go to hell though
I been out here hustling trying to get dough
Got da game in my vein won't change
little homies on the street know my name
need you to shake your little ass 'n' hips
I need you to grind like your working for tips
N give me what I need while we listen to prince
Coz miss you
in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little
me can drink some Hennessy
Then we get it on
Mad women wantin to bone Sean combs
Sippin on Patron
Speeding we be leanin
Got em feeling
And when I give
Ay Check'a you be on your shit? Mm, hell yeah
These bitches love the way you drip? Mm, hell yeah
I heard that pussy has some grip, Mm, hell yeah
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (shake it) shake it (shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. face with the Oakland booty)
Baby
its ours
Espionage
Consider it a privilege to step where I walk
Citizen get it its a treacherous cost
Give em just little bit I bet you he soft
Make em
Lowkey, I know homies acting like Lokis
Okay, I just need to figure out who to Thor away anyways, uh
Take 'em by storm like a hurricane
Typhoon 8, every
and all my friends like
To knock 'em back and raise a little hell
We ain't looking For no trouble
But we give it back double
If you spoiling for a fight
But that shit don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives 'em a hint not to step in my path
To police, I'm sayin', "Fuck you punk!"
Readin' my rights
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