Lyrics:
look, go ask Otis P
I been clutchin' pistols every show, you reach, you go to sleep
So fresh, I got OCD, I ain't got no damn O-P-P
Got somethin'
[j.d.]
Come on, come on, come on
I wanna hear that shit bump, bump
You know what I'm sayin'
Who ya know with the big cash flow
Beats hotter than
Wednesday 8:20p.m.
[2nd Lady]
Jermaine!!!!! where are you?
[J.D.]
Oh God God mo' bitches.
You know I'm getting real sick of all these
foul
From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass
She got busy so I called to the crew
You bitches know what to do
Hoes try to front like they
on Oprah
That's just me
Nothin phony, don't hate on me
What you get is what you see
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, do you know what that mean, mane?
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, do you know what that mean?
She got her own house (yeah)
She got
cried
that's Scarecrow
i love you
I want to bang with you forever
but you too evil though
we gonna give you to the devil
[Gangsta Boo]
what's up do
blade 21
Got them things inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one, like
What's good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come
over here, so follow me
Through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P, let me guide you through the smoke, G
If only I wasn't travellin' down this road by my
blood
O.J. style but I won't leave the glove
Like your brethren Shyne but I won't leave the club
Brooklyn Zoo All we feed you is slugs
Like, yeah love
cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot
Fuck that, never mind what I got
Nigga don't watch that 'cause
by your side
Riding like a Glock .45
Now, now you're lonely when you slide
(we could've been here together)
Tell me what money do, if it don't by
clown, town
Coast to coast, see
I been tryin' to stay away
From sluts like you
Got me turned off completely by that
Sheisty shit that you do
Knew from jump
what I'ma name you cause boy you be snoopin'
Soon to be hoopin' hoes I be scoopin'
First piece of ass before I got my first whoopin'
Cookin', bookin',
do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Dick-sucking ex-LL Cool J fan from Windsor
I'm 'bout to murder little Kenny-Fag-Kaniff-sta
You bastard, I ain't wanna have to diss ya
Canibus, where the fuck
would we just think about it?
If you want it then I got it (you know what it is, baby)
We can be body to body (Mr. Hood)
Body to body
I don't mean
on
My to do list i got money I got shooters I
Got swagga I got hoes
I got work and I got bricks and
Break em down and I got o's
On my J z nigga I got
Don't ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (no)
Ain't gotta change a thing about you, swear, that don't make sense
The baddest, you
I'm talkin murda on that pussy, I'm a goon bitch
You spend the night, you make it home by afternoon bitch
Move quick, that go a rack
Bust it ho, you
was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby
MJG, what you see, on TV, is fame
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game
I
get away with murder
Ever heard of Asperger's? It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an
Eighty
what to do
And P.S., if this is Austin, I still love you
The telephone fell to the counter
She heard but she couldn't believe
What kind of man
But you can already see p's drippin off me
Bands, Boogs and Bitches, 3b's all I need to be free is
Bands, Boogs and Bitches, slap p's on J's either way
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