Lyrics:
ANDRE 3000: Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here
Well first of all, let me let you know who I am
Well, I
yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm smooth, uh, I'm one smooth lil' dude, uh
Only 22, richer than you and your whole crew, nigga
Call me Mr. Glock, I
pull up in a new black benz
Black rims with a bad bitch
Sleep in that pussy
Don't pay no rent
You know who I am
Don't be ignorant
Chasing that paper
drink down, I'm tryna C walk, loc
See I'mma take off, break off
And make off with the cash
At the pad with, a thick lil' bitch, she super bad
day and I’ll say it again I will be with all the goats
I’m just the typical beaner
Do you know who I is?
I got a lil bit of knowledge
Coming from Mr
a Mouse who Runs Around the Clock snitching
Who he hitting, I think he hit it raw cause he be itching
[Money B]
Shimmy, Shimmy Cocoa Pop, the glock went
you will catch a bullet in your Goose
Words to Mr. Wallets got the naughtiest nature
No intentionS on the Pun but I don't want to be a playa
It's Mr. Womp Womp
Grenades and pistols in the trunk trunk
Watch whatcha whatcha want cause I can bring the funk funk
Back with a hump
But I can't have rice for lunch
It's not there ain't enough to share
It ain't fair never dreamed that he could be rare
Who cares who dares to make
Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie
in my face
I'm gonna knock the dreads
Out yo hair
Who that be BME you know me
Niggas tesin my clique
I'm a show ya that I'm a G
Yea that's
just a little?
Boy, what a cad, I guess we shouldn't treat him bad
In fact, it would be nice if we understood him like
A case of positioning the feet
who you? The records be missing
I fuck with Hit-Boy, I'm tryna be a hitman
Takin' yo ass straight out of existence
Where is yo hitman? The other man
just a little?
Boy, what a cad, I guess we shouldn't treat him bad
In fact, it would be nice if we understood him like
A case of positioning the feet
Take a chuck to the teeth
Can't speak lil fucka
When you by my feet
Call the cleaner for cleanup
I hit the lick and I re-up
You takin L's and get beat
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
Yeah, we back
Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor
The back room with just the one little small window, nigga
The light be comin' through it in
in one do tour make 'em sick with no cure,
As she sits by da bar she sips cristy,
In the mist of da party,
They bump hits by J.D.,
Da B-R-A-T, we
Yeah
(Come in)
Names that you know me by, praise to the holy high
Shit been a lonely ride, all I do is only try
Weed is my only high, magazine
I came in thirty deep like that
And if you callin' and you see your bitch leave
Lil nigga it's on, like that
Rippin' it, rippin' it, rippin' it,
mi gal dem in di black lace
This just a small ting one likkle taste
Tek a likkle sample no time fi waste
Mix up di treble and tun up di beass
Mr
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang, bang
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
A bad girl
I got you cryin'
down, put them in a woodbox be laid down...
[LIL WAYNE:]
Pussy ass nigga don't talk to me
I make this bitch bring your heart to me
I'm only 5 '8
(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro
Nigga, I'm clean
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