Lyrics:
from nothing now you see me pop out the brunch hen..
surpass everybody by a landslide
fly first class now I'm up in N.Y
and I was sent by Wyclef
to be
you (x4)
Verse 2:
Have mercy!
Nowadays I got them other niggas acting thirsty
Bless the sky, energy created by my third child
Swerve wit it, get
everything that you find
By the way the girls call Mr. Good Time
I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila
With nothing but time on my hands
I got my
But I'm too turnt to sleep in a Benz (I'm too turnt to sleep, yeah)
If them niggas don't work, then go eat by yourself
You can't keep up by feedin'
you chicks
Split six from the four-fifth, make you dance, ow
I stay focused in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
behind us
Shakin' in my boots, you bitch, I'm motherfuckin' miserable
She's like, you a motherfucker, like, you fuckin' miserable
Different, I've been
place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
But don't let a nigga get got out the ghetto
'Cause you know gettin' caught out the ghetto
Is a motherfuckin' no-no
'Cause you'll meet Mr. Boot, Mr
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
on the atlas,
Lay that shit like this that keep a gun right by the mattress
This that “dump that shit” that fluid dippin in the mattress.
This them bars that
niggaz don't when they hit tha door you better believe it's about that show, nigga
[Twista]
Ain't no seeds in my dro, coming cold no matter what season I
Stop it lil' nigga you outta pocket lil' nigga
( Keep talking )
Have yo Mrs. blow me like a rocket lil' nigga
You know i'm KharMohn imma get
nigga with sorrow
That's why I'll never know the secrets of the many double quickly
You'll be givin up dead lay dead, get a ton of burn in the air
By
'til you slip, Mr. Big Bow Wow
Yeah, it's my chance to prance
I got ants in my pants and I needs to dance
I go for broke, no joke
I gotta put my
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah
All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this shit by myself
Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I
we both know in our eyes you da biggest crook
Stop actin' you know, you on tha powder
Punk *** probably sniff da dope by da *** hour
Ey ey, Mr. Police
everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you
inclined
If rap was made by (?) then redeemed because
You ain't got no ice cream
So take a seat in the rear
Don't dare to compare, cause I swear, you
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
a fool
Now I'm in boot camp by now
I'm comin' home at the right time
Sosa goin' crazy, got the city on lock now
O'Block, bitch, we hot now
I get out
got it in drive
I'm really feelin' your outfit it must be nice
A hard worker like myself could afford that price
I can't deny that you's a beautiful
{ } = Mr. Mixx in a deep voice
Intro: [Excerpt from a porno movie of a woman being fucked]
Mr. Mixx:
Yeah, bitch. I know you used to clown
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
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