Lyrics:
Pocket full of money
Got a big smile all on my face
Boy and I can charm the diamonds
right off the back of a rattlesnake
But you've got me so
to love in a strange kind of fashion,
With lots of "hey, ho-de-ho, hi-de-hi!",
And I can guarantee I'm full of passion,
Like the Lorelei!
Oh I'm
I'm who and why, I'm rude and kind
My cars are computerized, I'm cruisin' by
Smokin' blunts Ruben size
You fools can try, these tools getting
thinkin, "Hello, where's the L-O-V-E"
Pigs play games, my little man'll never say names
Word to his pops with elephant veins
They both locked-up still,
strange and kind of funny
Went up to the front with a menu and his money
He didn't walk straight, kind of side to side
He asked this old lady,
Excuse me, I have revival
Mek me praise mi God
R.i.p. Breonna Taylor
R.i.p. To George Floyd (leave me alone)
I ain't tryna hate on my own kind
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
The church went down and it didn't go gently
The burning steeple fell right onto Main Street
The old stained glass exploded
Pieces of Jesus at my
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
People are sayin'
That boy is gonna hurt you
His kind of love is not for real
He's only playin'
Foolin' with your heart girl
But I know how he
And I just can't spend my time
Wondering where he's at, is he okay?
I want to be by his side
But I commit a crime
I need to exclaim
I don't want
of nigga
That'll search for that bitch ass nigga who ratted him in
What kind of nigga
Keep his mind on his money, music, not bitches at all (We don't love
drift in and out
Hi ho, sing into my mouth
And of all those kinds of people
You've got a face with a view
And I am just an animal looking for a home
drift in and out
Hi ho, sing into my mouth
And of all those kinds of people
You've got a face with a view
And I am just an animal looking for a home
to love in a strange kind of fashion
With lots of hey-ho-de-ho-hi-de-hi
And I can guarantee I`m full of passion
Like the Lorelei
I`m treacherous,
People are sayin'
That boy is gonna hurt you
His kind of love is not for real
He's only playin'
Foolin' with your heart girl
But I know how he
Like you would not believe, and I can't blame 'em
It's kind of funny when you start to
Think about the kind of fool
Who breaks his heart as often
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
but the type
Of bullet that stuck had went against his will
As blood spilled on your hands
My plans rather vindictive
Everybody's a victim in my
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
what he'd do
And I turned my head and there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou
His eyes went rubbering round the room and he seemed in a kind
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
know the ones like Yvette
We fucked in the car, behind a bar
I shot it in her face and it went "Ah"
My homeboy Charles
Went up in his sister, behind
As to what kind of love you love to shout about
It's what I do
It's what I do
If you can't dance by now
The Raylettes will show you how
It's what I do
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