Lyrics:
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Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pale of garbage
Its almost dark and I'm still tryna nail a trailer park bitch
I met a slut and said "What up, its
naked
Don't even know what today is
But I'll be good by the weekend (alright, yeah)
I'll be good by the weekend (yeah)
Everythin' good by
talk"
Give a fuck about your thoughts, call me if you get lost, bitch
Okay, now you understand what we came here to do, right?
Oh yeah, me, I go by
lookin' back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin' at
Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools,
fuckin' world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real
Foxy Brown, uh, what the deal is?
They ain' got a clue what we about
you get yourself in
I'm in trouble, but I can't leave, I'd sell you out
I could never turn my fuckin' back on you, what is that?
I'm co-dependent,
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
Of how offensive I am, or just what a bitch that you are
Like I never had to get my clothes at fuckin' St. Vincent de Paul
Like I don't make sure every
Novah James
Jaimie London
JAMESGANG
They know what I came for
Know where we come from
Legend of three legends
Story is unsung
Glory is some feeling
Yeah, I do them drugs, I don't give a fuck what you think
I got blood, I got mud, I got bud, I got drank
Only do it for the pain, it be fuckin' up
motherfucker, this is Stephanie
I was waitin' outside for your ass for like a fuckin' hour
I don't know what's goin' on
Motherfuckers tryin' to rob me, you be
rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen
But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden
A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right
the Southside Raleigh
You'll be runnin' outta luck like that
What I mean by that is
Why your name always in these rental records
Spendin' rent money gettin'
[Voice in Background]
Look at the little porch monkeys fuckin jiggaboo
[Master P talking]
My ancestor Kunta Kinte said
We come
the wall
We rise and we fall, oh
At my big ol' age
I can't be fazed
By what you mistake as goin' insane
Like I'm just movin' all wild
Fuckin' all
to make a mill by twelve today
And I can get it done at my mind state
Don't need you niggas fuckin' up my grind state
Fuck the bullshit nigga get
No Patty Cake, but you can play with it
Take time with it
Stop by, baby undress me
I know you fuckin' seen my text message
Gon' check on it
Stop
the projects
Baby we're like rockets
Lovin' what we started
If you ride then I'm ridin' too (ride oh ride)
By your side always stuck on you (yeah)
You
I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin' like the fuckin' O'bannons.
One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the A-K forty seven
bitches that was hard to fuck
I came up, it was hardly luck
Just left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, what a day
Back when my
and they love me (get off our dick)
What? you ain't gettin the point I think I'll give it to you
Right in your waist and hand your fuckin liver to you,
broke as fuck, you suck, you're a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, well, then what the fuck
You stop for, dummy? If you slew some crack
[?] on a ghost hook [?]
Got you fuckin' shook, and now I close the book
As I'm walkin' through the park, got you scared of the dark
Frightened by
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
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