Lyrics:
was the invisible man
Then something went wrong for Fay Wray and King Kong
They got caught in a celluloid jam
Then at a deadly pace it came from
- N /M - c- N /business/I call it expansion
Love is house so I live in a mansion/
With no time for minor distractions/
G-R-O/Double U - N /M - c- N
girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' cause you like it that way
You take a step because it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut Creator
still in the grind
G's up hoes down
Trust I'm a blaze for mine
You just another nigga
Another rapper
Waiting to go pop
I'm still in the grind
G's up hoes
and missin'
Bulletproof cars are driven, Teflon edition
Bodies cut up in large chunks, thrown in car trunks
Music inside the bar stunk
Gettin' surrounded by
already got your flight got you a one way (Or my way)
Santana how you comin?
She throw that ass back she gon keep that shit coming
Dick in her back now
Against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your
Very last time breathin'
Your simple words just don't move me
You're minor, we're major
You're all up in
be Lauren Hill
See y'all write songs to keep the lights on
I'ma go in Def Jam and turn the brights on
Man I'm just sayin
When I wanted to rap y'all
stalking
One of Kings Of New York, I was influenced by B.I.G. and Christopher Walken
Grown man, not a minor
Signing off Johnnie Floss aka Mr Clever 1 liners
Biggs, Pow Wow, and M.C. Globe
We emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up,
in the money,
like Universal comin' wit Def Jam
and do a hater we gon' have to...
(Chorus x2)
[Low G]
It's yo boy Low G from the center of the planet
lips/
Can't be fooled by the ounces/
Never doubted/
That's whole another lick/
Shawty finna do a mad ting/
Not a sad ting/
when we ride through the bits/
the freestlye verse
In the club you pack my gack in yo purse
She got the nuts on every G i know I love when you
holla fuck the 5-0 I'ma be
on your side when
it's like Amsterdam
We blow the smoke in the air now you smellin my strain
It's the O.G. bush just clouded your brain
See I'm ready for fo'-twenty
Or Die, try to take this
Stay swift, you can follow if you tailgate (C'mon)
Reminiscin' when a nigga used to sell weight
Well laced, G.A. in
surface
To be committed by the CIA
Criminals in the army engage in war games
'cause we're living in the last days
Most killers make you hate
The world is
Tripping out the milk bar
Poison horchata cup
Milf in the Zip Car
Six arms, six hand-styles like ships on scrimshaw
Part Def Jam part Dischord
My
[Chorus - Lisa Maffia (JD)]
All the thugs in the clubs get your cris on ice (ice)
Ladies in the club shake your body like dice (dice)
My kind of jam
Ay,
Andiamo,
Water on me that’s something like Evian Evian,
might catch me in aquariums,
Cute bad B she Hungarian,
Variant moods, but the backs one
off
TASH, got the style that house any beanie bopper
So check the time of clock while I rock the land
"Hey ladies!" tell em whose in this jam
had a Santana groove
Eyes straight, with her lips closed
By speaking none at all, she said the most
Bad lady, proud baby, she wasn't overrated
Go
green
Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine
I give a fuck about these mothafuckas
I'm doin' this jam to save my hip-hop brothers
Get your
Spizzle Go Crazy
Mill No Chill
Ayy Terk, Sparkheem
Close your eyes n***a's, tell me what do you see
You ain't in your jam then we can't even speak
stalking
One of Kings Of New York, I was influenced by B.I.G. and Christopher Walken
Grown man, not a minor
Signing off Johnnie Floss aka Mr Clever 1 liners
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