Lyrics:
with the silencers
And at seven thirty, y'all niggaz meet me at Veronica's
Aight, no doubt, yo be safe, yo nigga, I'm out
Let me talk to him, let me
Why know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto"
But I'mma let one
[Busta Rhymes]
Why'know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said,
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto."
But
Why know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto"
But I'mma let one
bitches on my sack I feel like a King
Man these niggas can't fuck with me
C'mon
I don't wanna fall in love because I'm traumatized
Ion even want you by my
given day
The adjective amazing, spelled with an 'A'
And a 'G' on the end, by usin, my pen
Set forth on a journey for the, perfect blend
Rhymin was
yo, this is for dolo son
Yo, man, c'mon pass the blunt man (yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, pass the blunt man (hold it man)
Wassup man? (yo, hold it
But you too high class
No one can get pass
No one can by pass
Yea this won't last
She said eat it up
I said Giddy-up
She said speed it up
Get them bands
Ima do 'em Messi by the way I hit my goals
Fuck nigga what you talkin' 'bout
Even with a deaf nigga we the ones they talk about
Can't eat around
a mean muthafuckin' wrist game
All my ladies, you ain't got a car
But you gotta mean muthafuckin' heel game
Click them heels
You know how we do it
c'mon
mammies only ride by my side
Chorus (2x)
Hey lil mamma can I holla at you
Can I talk to you
You'll be down for mine ill be down for you
Hey lil mamma can
number one love
C'mon
It never really mattered too much to me ( it never really mattered that much baby )
That you were just too damn cold for me ( that
etiquette murder your predicate
And bring it back again
Half white half black again
This is all they wanna talk about
And yeah, I'm i got Crystal B
I guarantee you leave the club with
Us you won't be the same
They can't help it c'mon these
Bitches know it's The Planes
Let all my money talk for me
Zappa Frank cucamonga Years 1962-1964
Jessie Lee performed by: Mr clean
Jessie Lee, Jessie Lee girl, you're so fine
C'mon, pretty baby say that
use some Magick
C'mon Crowley, let me in
I'm held down by drawing pins
They pierce the skin
I try not to fall asleep
When you talk
I don't think
just the sweetest thing
You caught my eye by surprise
So will you walk with me
Walking until the sun don't shine
So will you talk it out now with me
more
A no knock talk
Starting at your front door, c'mon
I'm taking the notes
I'm drawing the outcry
Never did forget
New normals identified
I'm taking
it quickly
I don't wanna talk so keep my mouth busy
Little missy
I feel like burning (i feel like burning)
You're who I'm yearning
I'm ready for
Mmm! Say baby
You got some fries to go with that shake?
Ay what are you man? Yo man
That is NO way to talk to a woman man
Man! I =BEEN= talkin
family in South and North Carolina (c'mon)
L.A. is little Alabama
They walk and they talk with a country grammar
New York think everybody else sound
just a shirt
You be bench-pressin the earth and not blastin or askin questions, first
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah.. c'mon, yeah.. M.I.C...
Of all I'm
I think we should talk about where we at We should be on the same page, but I think
I'm reading too fast
Yeah, I think I'm reading too fast Uh-huh
It's been a while
How you've come back in style
Singing: "Hey nonny, nonny na na"
Back on the block
Really nothing but talk
Singing: "Hey
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