Lyrics:
meddling
Mind yo business
It’s like a wedding I’m getting cake
Smoke in the air
It’s bout time that I ventilate
Striped cause I’m official
Bxtch I ball x I
ugly!
Eh! Hey! You ugly [X1]
[D&C] U.G.L.Y
[C] You could make an onion cry
[D&C] U.G.L.Y
[D] Like an alien chased by the F.B.I.
U.G.L.Y [X7]
U ain't
that come with
the weak, the wack, the words, they're poor
I thrash bash clash mash and ten more
Blow up the scenery, I reign supremer, see
You need
gotta ask
Yes, Valentino blouses, summer houses, cash, check!
You can get it you deserve it, flawless diamonds, Louie purses,
My mission's to purchase
whiskey burning, tires turnin’
in my mind like a truck stalls out
full of hurtin’, bullet bourbon
swear it tastes like water by now
i’ve been
[Krayzie: x2]
People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-you-G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
"Colors" was made
Let's C-walk to that, and never give me no hassle
cause I come from one of the worst cottage in Paso
[Chorus: x2]
It ain't no
remained calm
Thought, "Why not just go out on a mission, like James Bond?"
Double-oh-seven, since I'm the great, I'll be double-oh-eight
So I went into
found, please return to this address"
(How did you see it?) Nigga, with my X-ray eye set!
Like "Pchoww", I jetted to the closest phone-booth
Quick
to define the word beautiful
Once I was ready I called a cab to come get me
And concentrated on the aspect of an all-out war
Arriving at the club
I
the shits riding with bro
He got his blick on him I keep my blick on me we on a mission
Gotta drop on some millions just sitting by the dock
Waiting
reality
Defeating you ‘cause you’re on control (x2)
Take it by the horns, push it to the wall
But never forget where do you come from
Take it to the high,
constantly walkin' through rain
And nobody wanted to listen
It get harder and harder daily by the day
But I fell in love with the mission
I said I fell in love
stripped empty
Oh hell no!
(ah, ah, ah, ah,) X8
Ay yo, my trip from the front door to the second floor
Had me feelin' so alone, embarrassed
Onyx
I listen to the melodies made by Jazzists
From the sax of Charlie Parker to Cab Calloway Scatting
Pave the way the forefathers of this music R.A.P
See the mission's still the same
Niggas gotta stack or starve, sink or swim
Either way we reppin' that Jackson Ave
T-Raw, 645 this that new chosen
when I can be a pimp
Get it D.T.
One time with the seat laid back
Make the crew cab feel like a Cadillac
Two times for the ladies in the world
To drop
some hairs and when ya started drinkin' beers,
I'm hittin' hookaz by the dozen,
Makin' ya wetter 'cause I fuck better than your husband,
Givin' ya
I'm a Luvaholic ohh
Luvaholic ohh
I'm a Luvaholic ohh
Luvaholic oh whoa
I put my soul in a locket
By design what I feel
I'm divine what I need imma
nothin', yeah
Now I'm on a mission to the money
Now excuse me while I count all these hundreds
I don't even count that shit by a hundred no more
Count
alone (yeah)
Yeah, the greatest gift is knowledge itself
They fail to talk about my journey with mission and wealth
I made it here all by my lonely,
Wheat and beat sprout from the same litter
Yet amazingly crafted by separate scissors
I stalk the morbid beaten past splashin' in the cretin blizzard (?)
Goin' back to the labbin'
Lil' niggas payin' me for cookin' they slabbin'
Cook a brick and make it out a brick-and-halfin'
Chargin' them young g's ten
Wheat and beat sprout from the same litter
Yet amazingly crafted by separate scissors
I stalk the morbid beaten past splashin' in the cretin blizzard (?)
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