Lyrics:
was famous
My naked wrist look like it got
Hit by a couple of paintas
Im gettin money but the fact
That im gangsta nevea changes
I goy my Locs on waitin
some goones
He gone buy them shots
He know what i wanna do
Ima throw it back for
That mothafuckin loot
Make him chew this ass
Like some fuckin juicy
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
bouncin' fa sho
"In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off
Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down
Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in
In da winter it's a smoke, ho.
Twenty feet away from da house, in da back,
Surrounded by a gate draped in all black its.
(It's where me and my
that whoopty woop I'm tryna score I'm shooting hoops
I wanna hit it from the back girl that thang thangin
Every time Im round ya city bling blow I'm
the artificial
Let me relieve you replace that shit with some lethal
Mobb, remember the name it's been along
That nigga's shook to death from the first fuckin
Let's take it to the stage sucker!
It's the E and I'm smoking.
Wild like Tone Loc I'm roasting, bakin' MCs
The E I'm not joking so back up
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
.F.L.O.X.T
Chopped into fancy language on exact technique
J.F.L.O.X.T
J.Flo just float in this bitch
J.F.L.O.X.T
J.Flo just float with me
Juicy fruit on daily binge
race
Baby, it's a 10-4
Baby, it's a can you hit me back? Yeah (bitch)
Dune side, baby, it's a warm day
Swing around the north coast
Baby, it's a can
two
We knew this to be true from the moment I greeted you
I think it's time to hit the road
Just drop a line and we can go, for real
Can you feel
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I don't wanna here nothin'
Word Up, got to pay
Yeah, it's like that right
Blow his Back out, make his shoes work
back
Mama, they said I killed a man
Well, I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards, we are back
In the heezy
Jigga Man, B Siegs
blast
Blood stained knuckle brass gives a fuck sick wit it flav on
That ex con
Hard to da bone
Darkness from the zone
Mastered and pushed far beyond
who's in it when I open the back half
Hot as a back draft, they know he on fire
Any nigga deny it, you call his mother a liar
Only hit him with spire,
we are def
But here's some more for ya'll to just come get it
Rip the wheels J, ("hit it")
*beat changes to Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock's "It Takes Two"
by my movie selection
Hit the gym in the morning
I want hella breakfast
Say you got a real nigga on your checklist
Rep' the Gang
You could see it on my
(I got the bands)
She feelin' on me in the party
She said she gon' let me hit in the party
It's a party when I pull up
Hoes know I'm cooler
Fat than
spazzed out, G-String divas
Leave you assed out, passed out, it's cold
Pack your heat up, blow your back out
You bad mouth, make 'em all believers
still rolin' man, they off the chain
Everybody let ya spin wheels spin like a spin mill
Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville
See them
Ya'self. Go On And Bounce On It Bitch.
It So Fresh Out Da Press, Grey Goose On The Rocks..
Bring It Back, Hit The Stage With Da Bomb In Ma Socks.
Now
Gourmet special of the day is n*gga Souflee, pusher gotta pay
And the games people play, John J. back around the way
Fish filet, Mister DJ, turn it up
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
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