Lyrics:
to TECH N9NE
Everybody want to be down with a nigga
Women get a whiff of the money
Thinking of taking it from me
They get up in the club
Giving the love
fret
By the doves them hold me
I'm picky with precision
I've made my decision then
Death itself can't hold us down
But the seeds of progress them
Yeah, Project Baby
These streets took my conscience
Glee
Sniper Gang
These streets took my conscience
Yeah, everybody with me on that same
Kick a hole in my flatscreen
Scream and not jet
Then back to the scene of the west
They call me Mister
Don't make tunes for strippers
I'm one of the best
around
Nigga feel so good
Provided by PA you know what im sayin
He layin the track down up in here
Much love to the PA
Much love to the PA
Much
makes the ladies swoon, the harbinger of tune is...
Rhune KincaidBut that's not a rapping name.
Freestyle!
All you out there, hit us with a freestyle
and get
Me for enormous creme i don't forget no one
I put them all with the team i say
4x's yo yo I just don't love no bitches
I jus don't love no hoe
Stripper pon the stage she a fling up har waist
Two of us in hell with a smile on our face
Suffering souls tend to see dem own fate
She recognize me
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
You can catch me rollin' through your area
In something big like a aircraft carrier
With the big beat bangin' on the stere-a
Sitting next to a pitbull
Ohh, she like a stripper with no clothes
And I fucked her on the pole
Got them got them got them got them got them got them tennis chains
Yellow
Um hello, hola, I guess
You ever been to one of those, uh discoteks?
La fucking discoteca?
With the strippers, las botellas, drunk people
Uh
Lil' spoiled bitch, two thousand on shoes (two thou', shoes)
Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two (yeah, dos, two)
By myself at the top like
I wanna boom bang bang with your body yo (Mohombi, Marshall)
We're gonna rough it up before we take it slow
Girl, lemme rock you, rock you like
town, dip down, and show love
You know what? What's up? Shit, I'm feeling good now
You better come and get me 'fore I fall into a freestyle
white fans I hope I don't look ugly
All the stripper hoes love me yeah I know
All them bitches shake that ass for lil Woes
Everyday I'm always smoking gas
the strippers (I'm in love with the strippers)
Don't come around with that begging these bitches be blocking their blessing (They blocking they blessings)
Young
I got your Stink with
Us One finger in the pink and two Fingers in
The butt Took a stripper bitch to the Telly, yeah I
Had to nut Took her back
she got me
This that new millennium spring love
With Stevie B the originator
Pitbull the innovator
This for all the spring breakers out there
In cancun,
already sold that
My brain been broken since pitbull rhymed kodak with kodak
So many drafts of my note in my notepad
If it wasn’t me i’d worry bout whoever
surrounded by crooks
[Young Buck]
There once was some niggas that tried to murder me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a lot
you happy in the skies
Know you with ya mama now
You ma nigga, we be chilling
Smoking, doing freestyles
Hold up
You my brother, kept it real
Like
costs me
A couple listens, I ain't tripping it was written like Nas
I got nikes on my feet
A different type of MC
Different breed
A pitbull
Mixed with
Without the elements, it's all irrelevant
Niggas love to Freestyle but hate to Fellowship
[Zaakir]
Yeah, taste the city's agenda, most of you outta
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