Lyrics:
hestiation
Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping
The music made me do it, it made me loose it
Got my mind playin tricks
Now my nine can't stop sprayin shit
Until the nigga lay in a ditch
And when I
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
Bust the flavor {"heYYYYYyyyy"} you know my clout
Rough and rugged -- funk's the contact I hit you with
to make your head split, trip and do a backflip
I
when the occasion is risen to by champions,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Let this speak for itself and handle me accordingly.
When you see me nigga, it
were only mine
No one else I would treat so kind
No one else I would give my time
Heal my insomnia
Heal my insomnia
Never would I let you, fall to far
Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin' my wife ass ironed on
The front my pump built like the Klumps
To carry it I take the spare out the trunk
I stay
[Big Boi]
Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about
Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out,
the karats, that's on one watch
Need a store-run, go to 7/11, my God (woo)
Me and my broskis (?) Coachella side by side (let's go)
I just chopped
the smoke of my dreams
I got no time for hope caught in the dope of my fiends
I made you drink that poison but you handed me the recipe
To the emotions that
Disco lights I feel it everywhere
Come on and do it, show me what you dare
When I was young, I wanted to be king
But here at last I'm gonna do my
you what I got
The funky moves, we never gonna stop
Hey folks let it all out this is a PARTY ZONE
Cuz It's a funk night out
Go wild, dance and shout,
the ganja? Know me time's near (times near)
You niggas had a chance now we're taking it from here
Funk Volume (volume, volume)
Somebody should've told 'em
gone do it....
and we gon keep it going...
and to you hating niggas plotting
yeah my dogs wants ya blood
they got bit by count dracula
sound
she better hope, that you better mind
mix me over my, debt (left,let?) be wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide! (whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!)
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and experiences to enjoy
Quench your thirst by drinking this cup full of wisdom
Stick to your purpose never misuse your freedom
You don't wanna drink poison
Just
me
Girl will you be my baby?
Make a dozen babies
Let's get old and get lazy
Rocking chairs and promethazine
I thought of this the other day
How many
me
Girl will you be my baby?
Make a dozen babies
Let's get old and get lazy
Rocking chairs and promethazine
I thought of this the other day
How many
On the first day of Christmas my niggas gave to me
Bunch of lynches to hang all you niggas up from a tree
Mata piñata smacking these bitches because it's sweet
be dead kings
You, me and Beckham lead the new regime
I'd lay down my life for this perfect team
For my queen and my everything
For my young prince,
real nice, would you let me ride?"
I got a car full of hoes and it's goin' real swell
The next stop is the Eastside Motel
kill me I can't let you go
Who knew death would be my Romeo
Only god knows I can't win
(dying for a love that kills me slowly)
If I let you go or I
and let him do the talkin'
I woke up, and it was sick to see them guts
From my strap tell me Spice motherfucker, you're Born II Die
One to the chest
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
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