Lyrics:
boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars and Indian
that boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars
boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars and Indian
No movement
Never giving up my two cents
I need to fill this cup and I'll use it
I been a nuisance but I been cool since
I came out the womb with
young niggas about to spend
They know I throw loco when it's about my Benjamin
Feelin' just like 50 Cent, hated by so many men
Woke up like a bank
textes
Silence bitch I hope you get messages
Coulda had me bitch and now you can't flex and uh
By the way I'm fucking ya exes ha
It's a hair flip
Check
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
threw my pole (yeah, that's where I threw that pole)
Down by the river (that river)
Yeah, that's where I took his soul (yeah, I took a nigga soul)
You
build you up never tear you down
Stand by your side feel alive
Become our own Bonnie & Clyde
How 'bout you
How 'bout me
How 'bout you
How 'bout me
How
came up from the amateurs to pro hits
At 5-0, so you know I take no shit
And everybody wants to kill a bringer of bad news
So they choose to point
I make it stop freeze pop
Keep talking shii you get hit wit a glock
Growing up niggas was calling me opps
Growing up bitches was calling me pops
[Originally by 50 Cent]
No shorty, it's Beyonce,
We gonna' party like, it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
There it comes[01:10.57]Mr. Shadowman[01:14.82]He walks by slow,[01:18.01]But you cannot run[01:22.85]Yes, you're trapped tonight[01:26.96]There's no
the lob
She eat dick corn on the cob
Did his bid got hit with fraud
Nigga diss know how that end
Save her name as 50 Cent lil bitch got hit by many men
Oh
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
a visit
Look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The fiends up all night
the ones
Who know what's up
Who know the struggle
Know the rough
Times
Keep waking up
Your pockets stuck
Don't have a buck
A cent or a dime
You're falling
what didn't break us down
Yeah, we use it all to build up to this first drink and first L
Tonight I'm bout to be swelled, cause I'm coolin' with my
a hundred, you a dub (nothin')
Lookin' for me, I'm booked up (where you at?)
50 Cent, I'm in the club (hey)
Diamonds on my earlobe, ice on dyke (huh?)
the store and we both get 50 cent cakes
You heard what I said in that new shit I say
If you can't break bread he fake
I had one more buck on my plate
It was
rent
The interest on my credit card I ain't made a dent
The U.S mint, I heard they 'bout to print
But it's fucked up 'cause I won't see a cent
I'm
two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent
I bent the corner
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