Lyrics:
on your knees
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
Shake that ass for Drake, now shake that ass for free
Yeah, yeah
Well, not that kind of free, I'm
Right back up in your mothafuckin' ass
9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up
D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some with your Dogg
No
[Verse 1]
Why the fuck you wanna murder me?
Your punk ass never heard of me
I never did nothin' to your family
Still you wanna kill a young nigga
plenty of times
She said that day no I wasn't whoring
Your ass is mine that's when the sweat started pouring
Cause all I saw was Ice Cube in court
did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up, God
But
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
plenty of times
She said that day no I wasn't whoring
Your ass is mine that's when the sweat started pouring
Cause all I saw was Ice Cube in court
King of California give a fuck who got next
I'm right now
Bump your gums and the ratchet'll shoot ya
Send your ass back to the future
No Delorean
Chewbacca!
Duece-duece, Papa now rocking your shoes proper
True shotta, nigga you noose [knows] nada
My three vs. your four, who crew's hotter?
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
Now your crew is screamin like they see demons when I reload
You can't comprehend, act like you want it for clarity
I'm pushin wigs, handin out
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
ain't non-iller than miller
Want to 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was the past
'cause ain't no future want to millicamp your case
Disgrace
damn umbilical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord, with a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward
muthafuckin punk fool
Caught you in your eye while you reached for your tool
Now it's mine, and you're blind
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop goes the nine
Yeah. what you're
the real crazy, psycho sick move the lady
Sunnin' so nothin' shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
By my sack, cock and load it, your world I'ma rock
the real
Speak the real
It`s a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit
x2]
Ride for me, I'ma ride for you
You Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew
Get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best
Nobody rides like these
I'm inviting you
Get your writing crew and their dopest rhymes
I'll get up in that ass every time
Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Getting mad
a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind
You can`t afford to pass no
the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was
[Chorus: x2]
(One, two, three, four)
I
or middle
Fingers up to your whole crew
Now it's 2: 58 and I'm
Running late for work
Running meanin' stuck in traffic cause the
Home Depot is finna jerk
I
last name
It's all about game, nothin' else, for delf
Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot
With high, I take out any comp' in the hood
Creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood
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