Lyrics:
This doesn't mean I lost my dream
It's just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean
Gangsters don't cry, therefore, therefore I'm
Mr.
What up, what up, what up, what up?
Alright, look, look, look, look, look
Just in case you ain't got it by now
Listen to me, bring it in
If you
Mama's got a new man
And daddy's got a new mansion to keep
He never really calls back
'Cause he's got too many finances to reap
Money, money
high
All the freaks get geeked when I come by
Um, I think I see one I want, I'm
Gonna try to make the best of the first night
Ya heard right
Tell them
Peel me a grape
Crush me some ice
Skin me a peach
Save the fuzz for my pillow
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You've got to wine me and dine
attitude u been stashin' my stuff (That's right)
Ima bad boy like Mike Lawry (Bad Boys Baby)
How u think u got that rainbow Lui,
Not with a legal job's
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
out
Say what, you suck, wanna hear the new stuff
Pull the other one kid
Hey, pull the other one
Come back later when you think you've got a better
alone
Waiting for your kid's
School bus to arrive (but you know)
They're gonna do it anyway
Reaching for your keys
Wait, is that your phone?
Got
leavin' you're not wasting precious time
Love's not always happiness
Sad, but it's true, girl
Every fool's got to learn he's got nothing to lose
Playin' by
a Juice scene
No it ain't a movie, diamonds in by new gleam
Dead tone 'cause the redbones is my new thing
Nigga, I do things, let the coupe sing
his oxygen, Slim
It's not budgin' like cocksuckin' cinder blocks in the wind
Now I got my pot to piss in
Spot in that top position
Koppin' over
off the pier
Glock full of guts, steady buckin' butts
Lettin' moonlight in your head-pull-puds
Def Jam in your ass for the jams
You've got posse,
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
Sneaky, greedy, money seeking
Always peeping, fucking creeping
Got it on the down low
So you think you always squeaky
What if I had told your
a different result so I
Tried something different over the past
Couple years and I actually got some
Really good results from it too, so
Ellen: Well put well
family that you got is in a gang
And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin'
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk
the border
Caught by the deporter
The immigration caught you but you got to leave your daughter
We are slowly being slaughtered
So be prepared for the new
Step right up
Please allow thirty days for delivery
Don't be fooled by cheap imitations
You can live in it, live in it, laugh in it, love in it
snap a second time
After that, I guarantee
You will be standing next to me
Left or right side, take your pick
But girl, you've got to make it
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
and everybody's there
Subwoofers booming like cannons in a square
Turn on the news you'd think the world ain't got a prayer
But if you turn it off and look
Step right up
Please allow thirty days for delivery
Don't be fooled by cheap imitations
You can live in it, live in it, laugh in it, love in it
green earth
Be my reefer, got to keep smokin' that thing
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
I said now baby, baby let me smoke it smoke it
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