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to catch fire.
I swung at bad pitches and robbed men of extra bases.
I am the result of supernatural selection.
if you like what's in my bag check my
Lick Honey Lick Honey Lick
Honey Lick Fuck You
Cuz you see the the way I lick my lips
You know I can do a real good trick
If you want to know the best
gunplay bitch you better bust it and I ain't bluffing I'll tell you something I told you I ain't budging, better put me in that grave if you coming my
to leave, I just want you by my side
You got it planted in my head, that you're supposed to be my bride
I know that we have arguments, I know the wounds deep
a lady but they love me in the hood
Talking issues man I wish a bitch would
Only got time for my pockets understood
Ayo ayo trust me if I want it I just
the backwash
We mean to follow it, we mean to lead it
How you make a song nowadays without bragging bout your pay?
If you ain't getting money nobody cares what
natural beauty, she don't need no cosmetology
She asking do you love me, I'm looking at her like well obviously
Build up my daughter's confidence, she like
"There are a few things I want to explain to you..
and I'll try to define, to the best of my ability"
"Mama don't take no mess!" "Mmmm, mmm,
as inferior
We want you in fear enough
To let us rule you thru the pentateuch
Villainously vigilant against alternative intelligence
Always got a lil red dot
jealous
You was trying to be a rapper I was out here living reckless
Send my killers at you come and take that cheap ass necklace
I was raised in
been here a long time
So take advantage of life cause you only got one life to live
Take it from Maxwell #66064
You don't want to end up in here for
Come through my neighborhood, you better tip-toe
Cause if you loud, then you might get chased down
Westside Connection catch a case now
Po-po's find
If the prize come fast
It's going even faster
So I'm gone take my time
On climbin the rap ladder
Want my posters on walls
But not fall off wit bad
model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
Now where's
model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
Now where's
you fear me
And fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?
If I smack the shit outta this nigga
His man over here be like, "Yo what? Nigga
and for me to know
If you know my face salute
Parlez-vous français? Salut
Je m'appelle J-M-E
Let me show you around this jungle like Baloo
If you know my
make me
Yes, me
All the way up to the top
I'ma rock
Rockabye, baby
While you rot
I love to thot
I bet all you bitches would love to take my spot
This
my bitch, Jesse Mayer
The Compton thug
Gettin' love by many
But I'm hated by masses
So fuck they asses
Niggas say they men
And they large, but
stable
If a wench jumps off at the mouth, keep it cool, then you play her"
Get your cash, then you creep, check a broad, enemy
Ain't no love for you
the heat spit, leave 'em speechless
You don't won't no beef trick
If it's anna that you want, anna what you get
Frayser boy, catch me in that bay and don't
stay low
Ten minutes later, you need some blow
So you'll eventually croak - maybe by a stroke
You don't want the good life - no you want coke
Now come
as before,
She might not like me, she might not want me
Without my plant, she might not love me anymore
They say the meek shall inherit
(Where do I sign?)
You
it
If you want my spot you know you gotta come and take it
But if i see you its a rap you will get a face lift
Cement shoes and lake em central park
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