Lyrics:
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
K'ys tell hiim, tell Kevin
Craig, Julie Greenwald, all of them present
The fifty mill you gave me, was a sound investment
This time around we gon sell
Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches
When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless
And she don't know
That's how she got her name
That's how she got her name
Let me tell you about Dirty Diana, she really come up with nothing
Uncle
to be a soldier!
[Mystikal]
Ah, ATTEN!
Hoo! Muthafuckas don't you move
I got what is takes to make your ass feel (?)
You don't want to rest in this
blinded
By the Steez, ain't no effort with this
I can do this shit with ease, ain't no messin' with this
I'm just a child of the bling era
You know waz
You gave me language as a gift, I turned it against you
I was stupid, I was young, I was hanged by my Judas tongue
You shouldn't give weapons
Yeah E-40 and the mothafuckin' C-L-I-C-K in this mothafucka', you know
I got my cousin Kaveo on the mothafuckin' side of me
We fin to spit some
Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches
When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless
10K to that family in Chicago who couldn't afford it
I've been snaked up by my own family, I've been tryin' to avoid it (let's get it)
Shit they
serious niggas (they up)
But his nephew Tez around surrounded by broke, serious killers (they up)
Tez pull up like, "Damn Unc let me holla at you for
give it all they got
We them niggas
I walk with niggas you don't fuck with
Them same niggas I stuck with
If I drive by in my spaceship them hoes all get
a new addiction
Pray for better days, can't see ahead of me
Stuck up in a maze, which way is best for me
Lately been ashamed, don't want the rest to see
and the rest of us too
The gang need a reup, we calling up Bulldog and fucking your bitches while smoking on glue
Try and stack, the cheese is tall as me, I wish
to dinner candle lit
Fucking all night can you handle it
Always asking what my handle is
Rolling up and I take a sip
Who getting paid
You know im makin that
[B.G.]
Baby gangsta got an A.K.
With 50 shots for that ass
We play it raw on V.L.
If you lame you can't last
No hesitation in my trigga finga is
switch
'Cause they be talkin' beef, I be up in Ruth's Chris
Who is this at the door, I think it's the devil don't let him in
Just rap and take my niggas
Controlled by my demons
No life
No life
No reason to live
When you don't see a f**king way out
Stick to yourself
F**k all the rest
Don't give up
Be strong
won't you leave me a ray.
I gotta move
Put on my traveling shoes
Somebody's calling me now
They say I'm wandering by
Shoot right up with a sigh, yeh.
And you ain't gotta empty ya pockets when the K's out
Whatever you holdin' is mine you my Paypal
See I don't get how this guy is a treat
I'll make his
give it all they got
We them niggas
I walk with niggas you don't fuck with
Them same niggas I stuck with
If I drive by in my spaceship
Them hoes all get
shit no more
Know what I'm sayin', (word is bond), no ambition
Put you in that fucked up condition, leave you with your own conviction
Shit was
A
Or E about your life 'fore you test yourself
And make a nigga break you off some peace to rest yourself
Oh yes your health is what's in question
And I
supended by a few small major bars
Some claims they've never had a moment of rest
In the end it dosen't matter, life is just a test
When what you need
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