Lyrics:
on your microphone
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
You can't run away
From these styles I got, oh baby,
ain't nothing but a dope man's bitch
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Poppin' that trash might get you fucked up
Will sit and cry if
bout that
Don't get caught in that traffic
Niggas ain't bout that action
You can keep your chain
My niggas don't want that plastic
Niggas talkin' bout
Relax yourself, let your conscience be free
You now rollin with them thugs from the are-O-see
Ain't no place on the planet that you'd rather be
But
I got out
Paris was a place you could hide away, if you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace, they claimed I was a nasty
many different meds on me
Fuck around, call the Fed on me
Chk, boom boom boom your head, homie
Draco got a lot of lead on it
You dead
I took my
and you're the queen
Well it's a long old highway
Don't ever end
I got a Saturday Night Special, I'm back again
I'll sleep by your door, lay my life
you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (uh-huh)
Now, girl, let's not pretend (come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (haha)
Please say he's
be
Just put your mind to it you can go real far
I know times getti' hard on the boulevard
They say, pimpin is dead man, pimpin ain't dead
These
and left me, my brother got killed in the war
My sister, she ran off and got married
Never was heard of any more
Samantha Brown lived in my house for
right, you look baby mama-type
I know that got you kinda hype, my ice is albino-white
I hope your vagina tight, I go underwater and
I hope your piranha
your bread"
So I got out
Paris was a place you could hide away
If you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace
They claimed
and left me, my brother got killed in the war
My sister, she ran off and got married
Never was heard of any more
Samantha Brown lived in my house for
caused a real hard line
To invade my isolation
You picked a real bad time
'Cause this man's got the blues
Ain't it the truth
When they say
All
me, dog, my mind's now clear
An' that ain't fair, dog, your heart pump fear
In the state I guess
You better hide nigga truth is near
An' you know just
Trouble in the city, trouble in the farm
You got your rabbit's foot, you got your good-luck charm
But they can't help you none when there's
(yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
If this is your first time hearin' this
You are about to experience something so cold, man
We never had nothin' handed
Took
Listen, baby
I've got news
I've got bad news for you
And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side
Bitches flock like TMZ every time
You got the fame
When you see me comin', you'll know my name
Hide in the shadows, til' your dying day
Revelation's a heartbeat away
You got
Yo homes, your nose is brown
Clean bee, cleaning the G-spot, you know that we've got
The Dolemite house and you have not
Look out my window look
ain't never wrong
I know the words to the tune before you sang your song
Don't give me no plastic saddle
Don't give me no plastic saddle
this instrumental
You ain't dealing with an amateur
I'm reading Walter Rodney How
Europe Underdeveloped Africa
That's the man to thank, high pray
Let's
you by my side
Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin'
Please don't leave me, girl (don't you go)
Ain't too proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't
And feel suspicion slip away
When you say you got nothin' to hide
Oooh that ain't the way I heard it
Oooh that ain't the way I heard it
Throw me out
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