Lyrics:
, when I'm pullin' up
Pull up on you, put it on you
Fuck you in the car, if he looking for you
Seen you with your man and said "what up to ya"
Like
baby, what's up with that?
Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is
[Chorus]
And I just had to call ya
I know somethin' there for you and me
Open up the door and you will see
I just had to call ya
If it's cool,
throwing bricks, but they hands is missing
Just watch what you sayin', sissy (biatch, snitch)
Don't let your mouth open up
'Cause you don't want to see
baby, what's up with that?
Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is
and the blues
My partner made bad moves, he might end up in the news
Or end up in the tombs or living in the boondocks
Riding by the rulesm I'll abide by it
gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
to represent the dog
Then you say yeah (yeah)
All you need is your dog collar
(With diamonds on it, baby)
Now, I see what you see
But you probably don't believe
sexy wanna holla
On the flo' gettin closer
Like we supposed to ooo
Shawty by the end of the night
See if we ooo like we came to
It's gone be tight
She
the key, what would you do, E?
I'd be up in that motherfucker watchin' my latest video brought to you by
Trass G and Trey Dogg from the California Music
here
[Master P]
Holla bloody mary lookin' eyes of the demon
when you see a thug like a G screamin'
I smoke green with the reaper
I'm from the ghetto
And that bad bitch you fuckin' with
Nigga, she get ya set up
Boy, you done, put all ya trust in that ho
Didn't ya see what happened to the President
I know, I know, Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father
Rabbit nigga, y'all excuse the expressions
What it be like up there baby boy,
Aye this
You might see me in the street
But nigga you don't know me
When ya holla on the street
Rememba you don't know me
Save all the hatin'
they bodies to they parents up North
With they faces, they wrists, and they nuts cut off
Fuck 'em all what I scream as I dream in tongues
Fuck
to women and women to men when down south
Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos, holla while they in yo' mouth
So we love that c-c-c-c
Cut up, know we like that,
knowin what I'm knowin
Then live your life.. cause, we're..)
[Chorus]
(Cause, we're..)
[0-1]
(Nuttin but some gangsters..) Ridin by in them big
I know, I know, Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father
Rabbit nigga, y'all excuse the expressions
What it be like up there baby boy,
Aye this
Hey, I heard that you're looking for me
Holla, holla, holla, holla, holla, holla
Riding through the city with my chopper
Yeah what, I really do not
hard, that he glitters
So many karats they look like critters
And we can do it all night
Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe
I like to keep
And grinding and grinding
Gyal dip and bounce start whining
You see Spliff, Sean Paul and Busta Rhymes, Zeen
(We got dough) You could tell by what we driving
ain't trusting a mothafucka
It's picture perfect semi up in my surface
What your hands shaking for is there
Reasons you should be nervous?
Probably got
pop pop
None stop shots ringing out, cowards hit the ground
I came to get down if you came to get down
Blow the pound up, niggas want to what with
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