Lyrics:
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
[chorus]
To the kids in the p.j.'s
ghetto children i know it ain't easy
ya'll wanting millions
sunshine turns to rain
its ghetto pain
when a one time
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
a line that isn't true an' you pass them by
But it doesn't mean a thing
'Cause Grand Puba got that game
So won'tcha let me try?
Now just because I
feet first
You've got a nice gat but my heat's worse
From a thug to preachin' church, I gave you love, now you eatin' dirt
Needin' work and I ain't
She sheds tears for that dope boy
Shit, it is what it is for that dope, boy
Handle minor biz for that dope, boy
But then tell you by the Greyhound
take you through my childhood, step by step
Daddy always told me to maintain my rep though
Daddy was a dog, he ain't raise no punks
In the midst
(b-i-atch)
I used to make that shit
(uh) , that make you wanna drive by
Then P sat me down, hooked me up
(uhh) and strapped me down
With the rowdy rowdy
(rowdy
Hey, how you doing? (Yo, what's happening?)
Yo, Snoop, you know, I just love your shit
You are just so fine, and you- (ayo bitch)
(Bring your black
to know
But nigga fuck what you goin' through this 2-0
And by that time I'm 17 if I ain't in that pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin' again
her to stay calm even though
Her son's got gripped by the Shaitan
Boogie with the devil with my shades on
Hustler baby
J Hus, Street Starz you get me,
together: you know who you fucking wit
A nigga who can give a fuck when he broke
Give a fuck what he tote, got the drop then blow
You's a scared nigga
(yo)
Why you wait until the bitch check you to turn your P on? (Squares)
Turnt so many brands and strands up, had a real P Run (ayy)
Ice on me could
You got me baby
This ones for my ladies, oh
[Chorus]
All I really want is your ghetto love
24/7 we'll be makin' love
I'll take it down,
unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top divas
Diplomatic immunity, no time for a Visa
And just because, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides
Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go
Young nigga that's more famous than these older niggas
Young nigga got my game up from these
talk snow, where the soft at
Your man got murked, but you squashed that
Hope you know what we call that
I think you know just what we call that
All
going, she keep cumming, what you know 'bout it? (Nothing)
So 'bout it (yeah), like Master P (who?)
But no coward (Uh-uh)
No, I am no Howard the Duck,
love me, get loose
No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose
Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose
Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose
Hold
and go hit the dance floor
Make a nigga want to get with you and spend dough
Love what you do to me mami I want to know
What it do baby girl
Get
P.I.T., we got another one
Ain't nothin' sweet, this ain't no honey bun
Say that you got love, bitch, that's not enough
Staircase, know we goin' up
You know
This ain't no harder than drivin a big wheel
through a Georgia cotton field, man
This ruthless
The original game detector
Yeah
You know what I
I'm wearing khaki jeans and eating army beans
And I'm told that J. P. Morgan loves me so
I have wandered o'er this land, a roaming working man
No
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
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