Lyrics:
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
to the club with pink Runtz in my lungs
If her booty fat I shove my ones in her buns
I know she got the suck, by the ring in her tongue
She throw the whole ass
wanna watch the way you rock girl get down on the Club like that
Put your hands in the air
Cos you know you wan clap
Common baby girl you can hold me
Let me tell you why, Oh!
Seen set, yeah, my team set
Niggas gleam so hard they say we seem wet
Safe in the club, never seen me sweat
Nextel on my
Rock this mic
Jody Breeze, Young Jeezy, Big Gee, Duke
Eazy E, Wiz, Block ENT
Boyz N Da Hood, Bad Boy, E Serm, let's go
From the A all the way
a movie, imax
cll these souls in the mix
Knock you off your high hat
On my lap makin sure her ass clap I like that
Verse;
Two bad bitches
Tryna swap
a double cup, then I mix it up with the sprite
It's way too many people in this club tonight
There's way too many people in this house right here
Start
on the stores we bought (yeah)
Check on the kids and shit
Hope everything's alright all night cause all day pop in the mix
I might pop rock stars pop up
2-CB, go up I'm going to fucking float
Caps of shrooms I popped 6gs, that's the day I sold my soul
That's the way I stay up in the new world like it's
club, got my gun in it (bang)
I ain't even got to touch you dudes (now)
I'll get you killed young nigga (bring)
Eat, sleep, talk shit, rap (right)
Pullin' up to the club
Six coke dealers in my truck
Slidin' to the v.i room
Hypnotik is in my cup
Then I felt someone grab me
And say
I'm in a T.I
Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, enough money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred
reconstruct
High school I came out it
Cats with clout at graduation got they name shouted
Go to Great America, me and my lady rock the same outfit
My
with the treble force my bass in your face
Scratching beat matching mix my style with grace
Listen to the beats keep your ears to the ground
You're
on my mind, so baby talk to me
You took her she went from the ghetto streets
To executive streets electronic beeps, two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me
Track master
We see you Tone
changed nothing but the hoe that I'm fucking
Still riding through the hood all the homies say "Whats up 'nd?"
Give me my props cause i always rock
And I
See I disperse to dope, the most convicted felon, strictly G's
No more Glock shit, rock shit, strictly ki?s
I gets my paper, I was taught by older
listeners shook
Hard punch lines, metaphors and a hook
They love it when they see me
Say they like tha way I switch ma flow
Club rock'n, Slow songs, catch me
about what I should do
I made a sharp left turn
And there was my crew lookin' for a Def Jam in order to rock
Because it's gonna hit the fan at 12:00
the crew and the gang
Woah, guess who's back
Came a long way from sittin' in the flats
Came a long way from when whites never used to mix with blacks
'round for days
A country road bends a million ways
Though I'm lured by city lights
Can't beat the radio on a starry night
Brings a tear to my eye
Blowing
and a player
Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer
You don't like it
Well stay out of my fucking way
Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet
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