Lyrics:
you can't strut, word up
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it
for a minute
JK: And I got beat up a lot in high school
So I didn't wanna go back to high school
JK: And this is something that
To be honest with
They know we get that grown pay (we got it)
Now they mess with me the long way (we got it)
The long way
Too big and too ugly, would you ever love
miss you
And plus you got a wife at home because mommy still exist too
Now you looking for exes, you ain't never expect this
You end up doing time,
Brothers, things done got too far gone
(Tell 'em 'bout it)
We got to let the girls know what they gotta do for us
Oh, what the heck, let's get
be coming for you
Ride on into the night
Ride on
There's too many things that you can't undo
Take your angry crowd with you into the night
So slick
uh-huh)
So the only thing left now is God for these cats (it's going the fuck down now)
And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause
nigga, splene know what I mean
It's not a thing now (that's right)
Do what I say, leave you by the lake, put two in your face
With shit I couldn't do
he just stays there for an hour or two,
Watching the TV.
We talk to him a bit, and then around ten o'clock he'll go away again,
And not come back
even stomach the pain, now that's a bad lunch
Uh, ramen noodles on the regular
Add some seasoning and some hot sauce for a better touch
Peanut butter,
he had
A trial for Hull KR
Now he watches them on TV in
The corner of the bar
Lord Bateman gets up early lifts
The latches on the gate
Seven horses
with the hard R
Beat them up, I don't care who they are
Apologizing doesn't make you weak, get that out of your head
But I ain't apologizing for
fly, but I got that clap back
Now I’m checking all my messages and all that
If I ain't got no cream, then what do you call that? [ hot hot hot]
[ hook]
leave you broke
So the only thing left now is God for these cats
And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause I'm too smart for
back then I got to say that
It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck
nasty purple fuzzy thing that lives in my wall
Doesn't matter, and to be honest I don't wanna know
'Cause thanks to him I've never had to deal with an HMO
of this here they be like "oh shit!"
Remix (Yeah)
The type of joint that make a nigga take a chick back to the tele-kere
Remix (Oh!)
Big things
Mr. Cheeks,
its the same I said in blueprint
That I'd never change, its just a part of the game
Respect me I'm a thug, I might cool out for a sec
But expect
back, get down motherfucker
Clown motherfucker
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Let me try to explain
I shoot his truck up just to drive
its the same I said in blueprint
That I'd never change, its just a part of the game
Respect me I'm a thug, I might cool out for a sec
But expect
up
[Yoshamine]
You and I goin' do that damn thing, make it bang
You went out to the room in the back
Bring me in a Henney
to be the thing
That we’re fighting for every
Day, that we’re trying to buy
Back, trying to work for
Especially in America
In America people really do
represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is
Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you
Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing
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