Lyrics:
son don't accept them type of phone calls"
I can't come out tonight, my Bic lighter don't light
I heard you and K-Ci in the background
I'm screamin
of people I rock with
Ayy, my shorty so rotten, the coochie like cotton
You know how I'm rockin' (ayy)
You know how I'm rockin'
You know how I'm rockin'
qiuck
Then he picks up the gun and says I have a wife at home I cant have no part of this
She says James I cant belive you just said just what you said
it's like out there
I mean, uh, gross, look
She's just so, black
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl
I son niggas like it's daytime
Gray cotton Louie sweatsuit, with the Ralph Lauren waistline
Smooth as a baby's ass, and I got that Baby cash
Catch
producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the royal king james
orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come unprepared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man
to juggle
Another day, another struggle
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like
they came here for
Baby can I see you make yo ass drop?
I'mma let the Rose bottles pop
I'mma sip this Roc, baby don't stop
'Cause yo body on fire,
a couple hustles on the side, pass a big cup (pass)
Can't put your eggs all in just one, you hear me? (Facts)
Yeah, you got one but not this one, you hear
music blastin'
But I just can't quit
Because one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not
Why blow up my
homie, Sean Deah (Hawaii Mike)
What up, baby? There from day one!
Can't forget K.T., Alazay, the whole Raw Dough Brackets
(Mr. Perry), The Pack, even
record, baby
But I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool what's the name of this club?
I can't remember, but it's alright, alright
Just dance gonna be
Hiddle-iddle-it, you think I have to quit
Ali Shaheed Muhammad, with the singy-singy
Slamming with a slammy you front on the case
Right or left nut, Ali, plays
the end, yeah
Now I can't quit
If she try to leave then I take her friend
I'm a need a Grammy the way that you gotta pretend
The ones who stab you in
shit man
Lets wreck this motherfucker baby what's happenin'
What You want to do nigga?
I, I wanna, I want to Smash it (Smash)
Back and forth
or silverback orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come unprepared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather
said I'm somethin' like a pimp)
Can't go on trips, so you could suck my dick, yes bitch
(I'm somethin' like a pimp)
You could swallow or spit,
trying to stress you
Cuz everytime I call, baby doll you be at my rescue
I can't sweat you
We just homie loving friends
Besides, I heard you fucking Snoop
Hiddle-iddle-it, you think I have to quit
Ali Shaheed Muhammad, with the singy-singy
Slamming with a slammy you front on the case
Right or left nut, Ali, plays
can't figure what where doing it for
We should be sending the wheat and meat and cotton
'Cause that man in the middle of city
Eatin' outta garbage
behind
Oh can't you hear me calling
Like the sad whale song I'm on the road behind
Well there you have it baby I'm just a sensitive guy
why'know I
club, when a bouncer notices he doesn't have any shoes on"
F1: ohh baby you like it when I dance with you
Cow: moo
F1: uh uh uh, you can't touch that
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
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