Lyrics:
by thug nigga
Come on! I know she fucked
A lot of drug dealers
But she never got fucked by thug nigga
Come on! I know you fuck
A lot of drug dealers
the increase gettin jack right in front of me
So I pull the tech close, my finger's on the trigger
Don't want to get wet, so they step
Cause mine's is slighty
around ya
I don't know the shit
I really did this
I really been in the motherfuckin
Mix a lot I did this
Sir mix a lot when I be mixin
Up all this drink
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
and drink by evening
Snap back , throwback play some Chingy
Speeding When i’ll arrive is Eta divide by 5
Cheesing came so far I celebrate with all my guys
New York, 'cause niggas talk about goin out of state
Money got an eighth, comin' back, coppin' a lot of weight
Where's my plate nigga? I'm hungry too
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
dick daddy, droppin you hoes in the sack
Bustin nut after nut on your motherfuckin back
If your nigga wants to make love to you, cool let a nigga know
Kimora
Marc Jacobs suit, as I stun in my fedora
I got a lot of holes
I fuck like the majority
Love hospital dick down the orderly
But my bitch, she been
on my clothes
Hangin’ on to life, I’ll still say
"Fuck you hoes"
So if thinking ‘bout tryin’ to jack me up
I got 50, 000 trill niggas to back me up
Nigga
Lot of friends but mi trust nobody
They don't love me
They love my money
That be why a dey find more milli milli
Inna small time ago ride in ma ghini
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
[2Low]
You can call me T double o to the L-o-double, yo
I'm 2Low, that funky little niggaroe
Coming back with a brand new cut
And you can new
and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but
an underpass
And no kvass
No kvass
Comrades don't fill my glass
No kvass
Well, maybe just a splash
No more no more no cognac
No meds to mix with Uncle Jack
No
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
somethin else
You're better off back on the ave doin somethin else
All you suckers claimin that you are, thug or gangsta
You disrespect the game by
Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out!
La la la la la (fuck that, nigga)
We don't give a fuck
Ayy y'all niggas ain't fucking with us, nigga
And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me
Back to jackin' bootleg flicks from out the deli
Livin' off the interest
Sippin' on Tequila with
(Chorus: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Tired of the mother fucking jackin
Boys that be jackin
Tired of the motherfucking jackin
Police, want to front;
on a Kawasaki, I hate niggas like I'm Nazi
I'm on alot of Roxy, try to say, "No" to drugs, but they don't listen
Always givin' back to youngins in the hood, I
Come back to the studio
Turning on the blue light
Finding a piece of puzzle
I've been up and down a lot
A lot lot lot lot
Ground to the top a lot
A lot
bitch
Mary Mary Mack handles
Jack Daniels, crack scandals
Reaching for the nick
Mix match socks and black sandals
Fix batch of rocks, or they might call
a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
Can I get an outlaw?
I got scars on my knuckles from a loud mouth in the parking lot
Knife wounds in my back
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