Lyrics:
Facing down a blunt while I'm chilling on the deck
Hennessy drown out my enemies none of niggas can get to me
Just got a bag watch me flip me a p for
problems (problems)
I'm a nigga that'll solve 'em (solve 'em)
Without a doubt, ya
I'm in the booth, cold knockin niggas out
Tell my tales by word
what's up with Kurupt (right)
Niggas don't give a fuck, I'm headed for the Westside
Now this spot's owned by the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G
P
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
with Kurupt (right)
Niggas don't give a fuck, I'm headed for the Westside
Now this spot's owned by the motherfuckin' D-O double G
P-O-U-N-D, so I
your window
Starting a crescendo of screams while Drake is pushing P's
Pushing albums at ease my little ass to sleep
But before I be closing my eyes
120
P's true and living i'm trying to add on but
The piece do division mono the big shit
85 your mind swine thinking 'bout rib tips
P!
I slide by
niggas
Don't try it nigga I'ma bang it nigga
Redrum (Ahh dammit i cant get it out)
Ahhhh' (You cant do it) hold on watch out
Redrum tatted on my arms
Big
Uh, hold up smoke something bitch, uh, uh
Everybody want to know why the album was late
I was waiting for whitey to
Get fucking paper straight
I'm
know how pain feel
Do my thang all across the globe
That's why I spend big banks on all my hoes
I spend the largest bank on all my clothes
That p
grind, no rest at all
Pedal bike, big shank by my testicles
To the trap every minute, I ain't rest at all
College dropout
Plus I never done my best in
Trials and tribulations
Buried my bro and i ain’t been the same since
I try not to let that show she can tell by the cadence
I promised I’d pull
the same hustle, cause you know it's all the same thing
Bitch I'm from the gang gang, the land of the gang bang
Big game James 42 up on my jersey mang
the hood, right where I be at
Don't go to the store, that's where they deep at
Right there by the dope, that's where I keep that
Big ol' MAC-11, knock your
benvenidos, by popular demand
It's the most requested DJ from the east coast
Io canto, en el nombre del padre, hijio, e del el spirito santo
I'm half Indian,
CriPin
got some Aryians that'll Skin u 4 me
Chop up and Blend a phony
Hammer 2 the cranium
If I send the description
Raised By my Big Brother
the world just like dosey do
Bet Joc Bangkok in Tokyo
Big money by the bankroll, oh, for sure
Ain't tryin? to brag just as long as you knows
Hey you, tell me
the Lakers game while I'm eatin' Chinese
A couple album sales, now I'm touchin' overseas
Could've been a doctor, rather be a P
Shit been slow motion, yeah,
up a sack (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
To my nigga Mystikal, Fiend, and my big homie Master P
Cause that's just the way this shit gon' be
got her
She bout to bout to
She bout to bout to
Lord knows she's bad
She even got a bag
A big ol Louie bag
I wanna freak that
I wanna
I'm bout to bout
Caught by many, broke two fuckin' arms, son, engage for bail
Beat the case, got my big gauge, back as well
With rap, you can sing such amazing tales,
they needin' more than that hoe (than that hoe) the big fat hoe
Tryin' to get every ballin' nigga in the saddle (yee-ha!)
Lap dance, fat chance, hot
I smoke, I drink
B-Doctor, let's welcome 'em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga, do it big nigga
Do it big nigga, stupid ass nigga
I smoke, I
(Noreaga) big Pun
In honor, in honor yeah
I got love, a tatoo don't make a thug
Jose Luis got ya, golden guns, Frank Sinatra
I know you love it when
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