Lyrics:
last one of 'em up, especially Kurupt
See that's my lil homeboy, so he knows what's up
He better keep it crippin', and slip his clip in
'Cause these
Break a lyrical hymn of the stem like boom
I'm flyer when I'm higher put my shit up on a tomb
That nigga represented on the 28th of June
I
don't knock you I just blame it on your own head
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many fourteen
feel the [?] to tie one on
Eh yo, order another drink, I don't care what you think
I'm getting drunk as a skunk, throw up in the sink
It's
sit by the radio, hands on the dial tune
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers let it off (off, woo)
Mr. VA 'bout
done pissed off my crew
What y'all gone do
Look nigga you better put a zip on yo trap
Or you will get trapped
When I creep through tha black in
up
Your rappers and artists, tell em, shut it up
Cause I'll fuck every last one of em up, especially Kurupt
See that's my lil' homeboy, so he knows
met and
I told you and EARTHGANG to pull up
To the crib in Carolina, it's the studio house
I wasn't on no shit, like "Yo, I'm tryna do some
house, thirty pounds in my book bag
Black 'lac, black tag, fin' to hit a lick again
You a head bussa put yo hand wit yo fist den
Franchise hate me,
come marriage
Before shorty come out with the baby carriage
Call me old fashioned
Just clap yo hands just clap yo hands
Radio used to be local
to your knees its OV
(Lord Infamous)
So all you niggaz join gangs because your weak alone
Catch you by yo self yo ass ol' get gone
Run up in the door
yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Captain Kirk, I want to have yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Mr. Captain Kirk, I want
wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make
But hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for dray and
"Klap your hands now"
Bon voyage, look out below cos umm
I got my socks on,
floor
'Cause it's clear I'm here
And I ain't leavin' up out this bi*ch
Till it's time to go!
Now put your hands in the air
Shake your body down slow
it comes to love
Baby I'm free falling
Did I leave my eyes In yo pussy
Cause I see me all in, it
And I put her to bed
And know she sleep walking
One, two, three, woah
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo
I told them (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo)
I told them (Yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo)
(Yo, yo
Gallardo
That's why I fuck 'em today and forget 'em tomorrow
You wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
You
yeah
She hit the main stage she make the people say yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah
I could put you in the condo
All the way up in Toronto
Baby put
from nothing now you see me pop out the brunch hen..
surpass everybody by a landslide
fly first class now I'm up in N.Y
and I was sent by Wyclef
to be
' ass while I kiss all on yo' kitty
Put that dick deep in yo' back and have you cum all on this missile
Put yo' hands behind yo' back and smack yo' ass,
gon' put up in your iPod?
Downloader, what'chu gon' do
When your favorite MC got to sue you?
'Cause he got to eat, ain't nothin' taboo
Get your ass beat
me fightin' these 3 Strikes
Showin' up in court fuck what you thought it's three nights
I put the game down first put my niggas up on it
Now we
frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho'
down boy we don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BLOODY
Don't play with
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