Lyrics:
we are def
But here's some more for ya'll to just come get it
Rip the wheels J, ("hit it")
*beat changes to Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock's "It Takes Two"
They necessary!
We escaping from New York! Ya heard? Listen
It’s been a minute
But ain’t a damn thing changed
I’m still Big Tigger, still doing big
Kinda wonder why hating
Told da bitch amma be a better Man
Love her all my life
But lies' nigga wanna hit da lil Juicy That mother fucker juicy
Straight
(Juicy J)
At the Dub we gettin buck
Comin like a lightning struck
Cockin back the chrome at the ??
Bitches say I'm fakin it
Players playa hatin it
convention
Back in the day - I blazed my hay and dreamed about recognition
But I done made it, they hate it
I love it, becuz of DJ Paul and Juicy J - I got
race
Baby, it's a 10-4
Baby, it's a can you hit me back? Yeah (bitch)
Dune side, baby, it's a warm day
Swing around the north coast
Baby, it's a can
fall back, this that raw rap
I'll bring it to your knees
With the Thor strap
With some melanated hulks
Serve fiends hits in bulk
Thorough kings borough
Man f'real I love bein' from the Dirty South man
It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today
The grinder, the baller, the gangster
the gas, propane (gas)
Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang (grrah, grrah)
I was getting money, way before the rap game (way back)
As a young
the accordion
I'm makin' up a story just to lure em in (Listen)
Quarter passed 10 she's ignoring him I'm sure of it
Mortified and tortured by the morning minds
the accordion
Im makin' up a story just to lure em in (listen)
Quarter passed 10 she's ignorin' him I'm sure of it
Mortified and tortured by the morning minds
like the cleaners
Fly by with the shine bright gleamers
Flossin' with the lime Via Spigas
Make it hurt with the H Class pieces
I take back shots, take
So [?] baby, and ride that horse
Like the wild, wild west, of course (yee-hah)
You want me to hit it from the back? smack dat ass
Pull yo hair,
feat. DJ Paul, Lil Chat, Juicy J
* from the forthcoming "Mista Don't Play"
(chorus)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy
Juicy J]
I was born up in the ghetto streets
Always learn to pack the heat
Call me on my cellular phone
If you want that work from me
Cowards like
And girl I really wanna bite you
(Mix the henny with the oj)
Tell me what's ya limit
(Keep a blunt in rotation)
I know you wanna hit it
(Can't you tell i'm
a pause, let's call up my niggs, watch this ho get loose,
Everybody hitting from the back, ass like a moose
The caboose of this choo-choo- train (choo
dead
For da love to survive empty da clip fill u wit
Da land where we from
We hadda grow up to get it
Can't finesse a finesser u gah kno how flip shit
need to suck, a mean ass dick
For the nine six, fuck them ducks
[Hook: Gangsta Blac & Juicy J]
DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody hate us so
It's all about
like pong
Hit from the back and she say it’s her favorite beat
Told me play it on repeat
Starrin’ she anxiety man I can tell that she a freak
Yeah I like
That's why his ass don't wanna be a player no more
My attitude while robbing J.D.? "Fuck you, pay me!"
Had Da Brat with 'em, should've had his gat with
from a female (yeah)
But I'm a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details (ahem)
What it entails is hard to say like sellin' seashells
By
hoes like Idaho potatoes (potatoes)
What am I to do with life as a G?
Being from where I be, D-P-G (where you from?)
It's magnifico
Ran into this
niggas gonna see
These MCs ain't the same as me
I had a Grime hit in 2003
God gave me a body and blessed it
You see, my fingers they made Duppy, Private
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