Lyrics:
school
Then we mix it all up, call it Pro Tools (ha ha)
Serve em demo tracks (tracks) let em demo that (yeah)
All these bitches in the club, where
It Out on a Pete Rock track like C.L. Smooth
See we livin' in the Matrix way before the movie
Kids fiendin' 'ore the camera screaming, just shoot me
you sit in them tires
Believe me its nothing
G-4 ? Just won't mix with my ride keep a strap on my side
Believe me its nothing
Fast women, bad
about to jump off
[Silkk] when I stop by
[Master P]
We ain't LL but we jus those type of guys
Thugs in the club with them bottles in the sky
My wrist
Wow, we in stereo?
Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages?
Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen
You got to feel it within
on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
then Eisa
Come rock my boat like Aaliyah
If u can grind on me like Shakira
Well u on top then I just might see ya
He don't really know the way you
As I procced to give you what ya need
As I rock the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E
Rhymes I got plenty stored inside my mind
Other sucker emcees envy cuz they
He's by my side as I rock the mic
All of his vigorous cuts are sure to excite you
They'll delight you, you know that that's right, if you
Were a stick
orgasm
I'm a nutcase baby, put a lock on that bitch
You'd thinkin' I'm diggin' graves
The way I'm puttin' rocks on my wrist? (no)
Young T-man, taller
cannot forget her, my Mexican lover
with that and its strong, can mix her up with no other
her name Tequila, we met in October
I hit her all the time, I
Here you come again with your playboy lines
You don't stop
The party start jumping five hours ago
The mix don't stop till it's way past four
you gon' be"
?
In the late night!
Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped
I clock rocks in the rain 'til my socks is damp
Ain't nothin'
school
Then we mix it all up, call it Pro Tools (ha ha)
Serve em demo tracks (tracks) let em demo that (yeah)
All these bitches in the club, where
Wow, we in stereo?
Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages?
Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen
You got to feel it within
You are my rock and you always have been
You are my rock and you always have been
The year was 1992
That's when I fell in love with you
Who would
Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I don't
talkin shit
We out here tryin to get paid in a major way
Come on
I rock a six like that
From my dubs in the club, sippin Cris' like that
Pop
to tell my fans
I got my shades, big rock star compared to Elvis
Signin' autographs for rappers while girls move they pelvis
Write songs quickly for
you can get dead
Sip the Tryst by itself, rock with the red
I could buy another brick and put it on your head
I could aim it at you or shoot it
Hook:
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(we getting high)
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(we in the sky)
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(we getting
(them niggas losers)
Everything cutty, marchin' for a band, the way he blow that drum
Mix the Louis with the Fendi, I be mix matchin' (yeah)
The clip
please say my peace?
If y'all fresh to death then I'm deceased
And this one here is a heat rock
Spit like a beatbox the way the beat rocks
New version
freeze, freeze
Now DJ bring the music, please
I've been trappin' all day, gettin' paper
Headed to the club in my brand new scaper
Gators on my feet,
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