Lyrics:
(word up)
Lose all your strength, nigga
Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason
Heartbroken, we soakin' wet though
Keepin' it real
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
can hesitate
By the look in her eyes I gonna keep the faith
Take my hand let me be your man
Here's my master plan
[Chorus]
Roses are red
everybody came around
Welcome, it's here!
Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story, "Now in stores"
Make us poster
could be the U for U
And U could be the U for me too
I know you're there I just haven't found U yet
Gonna getcha five cent I'll bet
If I lose it's
everybody came around
Welcome, it's here!
Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story, "Now in stores"
Make us poster
bitches,I'd a tossed the pimp
I use to break hos for Scrilla, but now it's down now
I'm makin' bank rolls for real-a and rockin' town bitches
Livin' large
goin'
Don't stop, keep goin' don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop
No stop
Keep it goin, got my nigga Slip Capone
Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is
throw my date-book over the fence
And find me one for five or ten cents
I'll keep it 'til it's covered with age
'Cause I'm writin' your name down
real as evening wind
They are washed by love and suffering
'Cause my love has colored them, colored them
Ooh ooh, nothing but roses
But don't dam
ghetto tale
You play a gun, but the game is real
You want to stop my money, how?
You keep smoking, I'm selling out
It's called the City of Dope, might
keep goin
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop..
Don't stop..
Keep it goin, got my nigga Slip Capone
Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot
If war is holy and sex is obscene
We've got it twisted in this lucid dream
Baptized in boundaries, schooled in sin
Divided by difference,
If war is holy and sex is obscene
We've got it twisted in this lucid dream
Baptized in boundaries, schooled in sin
Divided by difference,
thang here
Check this out y'all
We stay on point like Stacey Adams
24 hours a day 7 days a week can ya dig it
That's real talk baby
You know what
Obie Trice
Real name, no gimmicks
Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside
Two trailer park girls go
York, them bullets fly for the ("money")
Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from
If you hustle motherf***er keep gettin' that
one off issue
Two-fifty-two on the scale, that's a nino
Eighteen sales, five hundred-four grams
Add an extra gram when you weigh it with the ...
Real
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
Keep on dancing
Keep on doin' the jerk
Shake it, shake it baby
Come on and show me how you work
Now you're in motion
I'm gonna do
his head) I keep it handy.
Well early in the mornin' bout the break of day
I figured it was time to make a getaway
Steppin' right along but I was
Give it up, give it up nigga, you know what's happenin
Lil Goldie Loc'll keep the DoggHouse crackin, lackin
We usin dubs for the subs and 15's for
I could be a dancer, maybe
I could be a judge
Used to sing that karaoke
But I, I don't do it much
Democracy in action
There is nothin' up my
a dollar ticket in and twenty-five cents a beer
They play rock and roll music like it hasn't been rocked for years
Well she's sexy and seventeen
My
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