Lyrics:
My energy kinetic
The fitted hat by Ebbets
(Yessir)
(DJ Drama) Yeah
I like sugar, I like sweets, I don't like the spicy eats
I need bridges in
a Beretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva
I roll wit' my shit off safety - for niggas that been hatin' me lately
And the bitches that wanna break me
If Cali
yeah real, real clear
But I gotta a grapevine he's going into fits
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
How the dumb monkey fights gorillas in
Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season
Why in crowds just
yeah real, real clear
But I gotta a grapevine he's going into fits
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
How the dumb monkey fights gorillas in
head up for all
My niggas that's on Riker's
To my Trinis and Guyanese
Crew hold your lighters
Ghostwrite for so much niggas I got arthritis
I got
The air is boiling, sun on my back
Inside I'm frozen girl, I'm about to crack
They may fix the weather in the world
Just like Mr. Gore said
But tell
diddy dumb dumb
My times now
The city I'm from
Is covered with federals
That'll make your crew run run
Your crew run run
Its next to come
(Chorus)
Put
I won't bore you with the details, baby
I don't even wanna waste your time
Let's just say that maybe
You could help me ease my mind
I ain't Mr. Right
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
'm feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
moon will you look from the sky silver moon
If I ask her who'll be mine will you stand by me
Will you help me tonight Mr Moon
If we're wed in
lucky too, no entourage, no crew
Just me riding with my boo, I got her
But don't think I'm replacing you
Girl I know you know what I do and I'm a major
diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody
the letter with the dot
Super-size fries, my pies better be hot
She got it twisted like a cock-eyed bitch
That's why I be in Mr. Chows, you a Popeye's bitch
you the illest nigga in Nebraska
Hell nah! It's the Master
Number sixteen, party crasher, flex
I think too much, I drink too much
My crew don't really
the crew, the family
Big Lef, Modo, Jav
Kevinsky
My geysers
Che, what up?
All my peeps, yeah
Haz I said Haz, yeah, let's hear it back
Hazimoto
Too
niggas in the crew (no new)
One time for my nigga Dan
That was my first friend second grade, Mrs. Blue (Mrs. Blue)
I don't do too much, nigga just say
of
My sweet lil' darlin' gives me her love
Don't catch me chasin' round at night
I'm not impressed by glamour sights
Lil' darlin' may not be
diddy dumb dumb
My times now
The city I'm from
Is covered with federals
That'll make your crew run run
Your crew run run
Its next to come
(Chorus)
Put
down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out
get with me
If you got kids muthafucker
If my enemies love they kids
I’ma let my lil' homeboys ride
On you busta muthafuckers
'Cause y’all don't feel me
the clouds and reppin' my housin'
Like the Wu do in Shaolin
There's somethin' I want to tell you (I wanna tell you)
There's somethin' I think your crew
covert, I stuck to the code and you don't know the code word
Once they turn me up and just know that it's over
My soul is on soulless, surrounded by
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