Lyrics:
I know there's a name
Gotta be a name for this shit
I just don't know what
Don't know what to call it
I know there's a name
Gotta be a name
the managers at restaurants
Every time we go to dinner, shit is free of charge
I got me a centerfold, kinda sorta
But she poppin' on the Insta though
She
with that, you been-been that, bitch
But they all forget you when they spin this shit
Better dance with this and get your skin wet, bitch
It's
Oh, ooh, oh
You liked me 'til you heard my shit on the radio
Well I hate to say but pop ain't going solo
You liked me 'til you heard my shit
Lately shit's been drivin' me crazy
Won't you take me outta this city?
Streets too busy
Men too old and the girls too pretty
I see that you want me
black is wack and shit
Blackheads, blackmail, black cats and shit
Funerals, niggaz gotta wear black and shit
Black cars, black clothes on they backs
I'm sick and tired of muthafuckaz
Keep on lookin' at me round here all strange and shit
'Cause I'm on the corner
Shit they on the corner, they do
into a wall like a brick
The only thing you see before I blow off ya shit is my wrist
'Cause my hand, the gun is covered in
Not this range, when I
black is wack and shit
Blackheads, blackmail, black cats and shit
Funerals, niggas gotta wear black and shit
Black cars, black clothes on they backs
outside, I keep it quiet
Keep it on the lowski, on the lowest of the lowest
Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody know shit
I need you to get
[Krayzie]
Yeah, Bone Enterpri$e in tha muthafuckin house, nigga!
Yo, y'all muthafucka's that didn't think we was comin' out
Check this shit out: I
know my name I'm number 1 I'm number 1
[Chorus:]
I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why
I'm running this shit, from the bottom to the top I
(T.I.P)
man meet me at the mirror man
hurry up
come holla at meet
NOW!!
(T.I.)
man dis shit is fucked up man
(T.I.P.)
oh bout time
(T.I.)
ladies
Alright its my turn let me show you how I do shit
Its nothin like you guys cause I recite poetry that knowone likes
This is the night for all of us
[Theme Song to "Sanford & Son"]
Ha, oh shit, you always goin' to get cha' dick sucked
Ah suck that thang, ha ha
Man that's a fuckin' rerun, turn
to down it
I like to save my shit
See, brew's a must to me, so put your trust in me
Yeah, I'm a stone-cold alcoholic for eternity
If you're an alchy and you
island shits of New York & Virginia
Word up!to visit your ass,and you playin' shit like this up in my ears.
What the fuck you think you doin' thinkin' I
the motherfucking' doors
Of the industry together baby! Nah-mean? (Gots to tell the truth)
You gave that shit dog, Yanahmsayin?
Me like yo, go hard on these niggaz
ya'll
This shit is on my mind
Asking for the lord to show me all my signs
Show me something, uh
Cause I'm trynna find something, uh
I'm lost can you show
footballs.
See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it
Misery loves pumpin me
And that's the real shit
But in 2005 im on some ill shit
Four niggaz sneak
Shit I wouldn't of let you go I woulda made your life heaven
I woulda hushed my mouth, gave my shit up
I woulda minded my own business, n not let
niggas coming out from california to represent them niggas from
Houston
And now we rocking keep this shit popping
and all my niggas across the bay know
Of the industry together baby! Nah-mean? (Gots to tell the truth)
You gave that shit dog, Yanahmsayin?
Me like yo, go hard on these niggaz baby,
Nah-mean? (Gots
You know big shit popping yay
And I can never plan on stopping yay
All I ask is with me you keep honest yay
Keep them hundred in my pockets yay
And I
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