Lyrics:
nigga
Boy, you been a hoe
I remember, hoe
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He
mayonnaise, um
I'm the sickest nigga doin' it
Bet that baby
These other niggas dough I'm wet crack baby, yes
Get back get back boy this a set back
Clumsy
off the banana boat
I come straight from the east, where niggas split your canteloupe
Just tell me where you wanna meet, I'm coming with a gang
Or if they like their rock-n-roll
Where do they live, I gotta know
So I can tell 'em where to go
[Chorus]
Well I don't care anyway
They're
a tape-deck.
A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet.
That's how you get fucked, I practice safe sex,
And I take ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue,
the shooters can get shot
Get shot quick
Even the shooters can get shot uhh
Tell em I got plenty arson to sell em
Heat by the fleet displaying it very seldomly
me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah
Hustle, boy
Tell her she don't have to look no more
Well Jesse, he knows all the tricks to
Get the crowd reeling oh and Jesse
Ya he rocks 'em with that old soul
Girls
I don't know 'bout your girl (get nasty)
Girls
But I know she ain't judgin' mine (you like that? Ooh)
Boys
Sometimes a girl just needs one
and cop that
I'll show you where the rock at
Show you where Eazy E and Dr. Dre get shop at
Same place Ronnie King got beat by the cops at;
That was '92,
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em
to compete
Name any rapper that's fuckin' with me, I'm who these niggas pretendin' to be
Claimin' you wantin' these problems, tell momma get flowers
Say man
What's that boy?
I want to tell you about your girlfriend
What about my girl?
But you don't look strong enough to take the message
I'm
won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even in Compton they understand
I'm on the block where you was
Say man.
What's that boy?
I want to tell you about your girlfriend,
What about my girl?
You're not strong enough to take the message,
I'm strong
Say man
What's that boy?
I want to tell you 'bout your girlfriend
What about my girl?
Well, you don't look strong enough to take the message
Say man
What's that boy?
I want to tell you about your girlfriend
What about my girl?
But you don't look strong enough to take the message
I'm
Pennsylvania and some from Maryland
To see the Rebel boys get spanked by Honest Abe's broad hand
We said we'll run â??em to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay
But
me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah
Hustle, boy
boys across the cheek with Isotoners
And went to tell yo mama and yo pop that you was a goner
Tell em Big Boi did it, I swear that nigga be rhymin'
to Louisiana
To see my Rose and get to know my son
Give my love to Rose please won't you mister
Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes
to Louisiana
To see my Rose and get to know my son
[Chorus]
Give my love to Rose please won't you mister
Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty
to Louisiana
To see my Rose and get to know my son
Give my love to Rose please won't you mister
Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes
off the banana boat
I come straight from the east, where niggas split your canteloupe
Just tell me where you wanna meet, I'm coming with a gang
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