Lyrics:
brain
You make me wanna kiss you like Baby kiss Wayne
And make you call me daddy like Baby do Wayne
Damn that shit sounds gay, its insane
I guess that?s
The mic was passed and that's when I found out
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
gettin' by"
Now, homies startin' they clutch on each other, it's gettin' live
Now, homies ain't even trustin' each other, I swear to God
Black and jewels
do well
Can tell by the nails you frail
We can battle till your girl big ass feet out them Channels
[PMD]
Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop shit
why
'Cause he loved by di orphans an loved by da crew
Rastamouse never lie, Rastamouse never cry
'Cause when tings go bad he always know what to do
You've learned nothing new
Now I'm moving on
I got my own new crew
And now I'm learning, too
I'll be my own damn glue
You know I wanted you
To be the one
, then we wildin' out (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Don't you get it? Aim it at your fitted
This ain't New Edition, VVS' glisten
I was raised by the loaders,
doin wateva
U thirsty ,bottles pop
Crushing ice ,champagne glasses
Pouring ,luv bloomimg
Video calln my crew
Updates coming thru
It’s the new thing
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
TRAK!!!!!
Clipse)
Top down, chrome spinnin',
U see boss grinin' I'm lovin these damn women,
I let two get in, she's tryin' to let the rest fit
in I'm like na
motherfucker what you wanna do
The trife life for living famous
Bustin' shots live it's dangerous
In midnight we do it right in broad light
The trife life
blowing up hot like a nuke
My white boys copping by the two's
Time running out, what you about to do
Me and that money so fucking locked in, man our
me read to ya
Feelin fresh I'm out with the crew
Ray Bans on let it do what it do
Got a new fade that's the do that I do
And you don't stop
Who counted
dont think these racks could buy you
We gone do like yo daddy and mammy did
You said let's make a movie and edit it
Got a switch if you forget
ain't nothin' new, this how the Krusty Krab do
Sorry Plankton, not switchin' back, you gotta live with that, just go and get a bag
I heard your new song
and Volvo drivers
You're not the only motherfucker on the road
I am!
Brake light, brake light, 1-2-3
The only thing between my home and me
Is a quarter-mile
my life
She say you probably gon' drop me for the money
You right
Niggas ain't learn two simple things, stay out of mind and out of sight
I could take
goodbye from they patios
Hear me on the radio
I am a star, no cameo
Feel like I've waited for so long
Before I made new shit at my age, 2-6
I'ma put it all
sitting by your side.
The safety regulations,
Are rigorously explained,
The exits have been pointed,
The buckle-belts are strained,
Upwards lifts
Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky
Got the whole world callin Flex tryin to transtate me
Said New Jack City 2, Banky
Cream Team, baby.
Heavy hitters, New York City Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.
[Superb of American
what the hell else to do
I know you gonna really get it crackin' with that rap thing
And when you blow up, I'm a come and work for you"
Ha, that's
couldn't get by me, why me
A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery
That shit that used to be my hobby
Never do it sloppy, make the job
can bring yo crew (Yea yea)
Fuck em by the two’s if she a nympho too (Yea yea)
Got yo bitch you know, ain’t know she was yo hoe
Take em down three in
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