Lyrics:
can't come out to play
Right now you got to much shit to do
It's all game it all sounds the same
The suckas know my name is sitting on the tips
body
Get up people now get down to it before the night is over
Get up, get up, get busy do it
I want to see you party
Get up people now get down
nizzle that'll never ever fizzle
Original, you niggas know
Chorus:
(Right here right now)
You gotta get'em up
Who wants some
You better get'em up
brother
And right about now
You now I'm on that other
Shit
But you can't rock it like me though
Niggas say I'm dope
White girls say I'm Neat-o
Looks could kill, measure 3rd degree
When I mean mug you
But I Change the course of my tribe
Advance the team huddle
I've been still for some time
Want
to do right about now
We gonna get kinda funky
I am the Puff Daddy
And I'm rolling with my man Biggie Smalls,
Mary J. Blige and J-C from Jodeci
And we
control
Destroy it if I want
So I sing Sahlo Folina
Sahlo Folina
(Wait, what? Wait, what?)
(Wait, what? Wait, what?)
Earned my stripes, three
the pussy aint cheap
I tell that bitch dick aint free
Bitch Im hot like 3rd degree
Talking bout she want surgery, send that bitch Columbia
I got the money up,
Link with me at the disco
You already know how this go
I was cooling with my niggas on a Sunday night
Shooting pool looking cool cause my moneys right
an ya'll froze
Came home an dust that doo tryin to play me close
We've been peaked for years now Liz wants to choppin the kid
I might do magic make him
Hands up in the air
I just want the
I just want the baddest bitch in the world
Right here on my lap
And I'ma hit this drink up like it's my
sitting in my mind,
Duh dub duh duh dububububububububbbbbb
Donde esta los digits do DJ Rap?
Bring the sound to the people in a white truck Bumpin'
pass the monkeys
Six quarters to his woe
And do you know what time it is, hit it last
Case closed, case closed
I am wasting and replacing all
These exes
them eyes
Give the booth 3rd degree how i set this shit on fire
Ion gangbang but best believe that i got some ties
Bout my business need a crispy suit
that 3rd degree, it's absurd to me
They try to make fun of just what I prefer to be
This ain’t thug life but the Pac in me
No drugs, no love, no stopping
how to live right just by how to shoot it
Tired of running, choirs is humming
Tell us to visit, we lying about coming
Now back to business, loading
hum too
Some shoes, gotta be twenty man
It's not even funny they can't breathe
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what?
in
Me a stroke and a car by myself
You know we just there holding in
You know nigga I was telling it was nothing
So now I say my sidling bitch
You
trees
When we was living by the church, it was the 3rd one from the street
I took that bitch everywhere with me, even to church and the school
Knew I was
Selling dreams come buy it
Uno dos Tres cuatro
These niggas think they macho
Weenie hut Jr you ain't popping
Sit down don't even got hoes
Now that's a lot
was weak now, you know I'd be lyin'
Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it
You explain to a musician, they know it but they can't do it
I got
don't you do it)
Or you might wind up in jail like Tommy Chong (remember Tommy)
Go and buy the CD (right now) like you know that you should (go out
you a fool with it
I come through in some real Coupe-ish
Transparent; see right through it
And oh yeah! And this that new shit
L-O, and bitch I do
understand me right
It's a race to a strange place, most see never
It's a chase we gotta make together, forever
[Chorus]
Now you would think after
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