Lyrics:
is the nicest
I got me a smart one, I got me a pretty one
You got your girl with money? damn your impact is minimal
That's why you beat your girls
miles in the sky
Please, undo your seat belt for takeoff
You are now free to smoke about the cabin, cabin
I'm Dre from back in the day, from
N.W.A,
tighten up your screws
I'm certified I done paid my dues
I collect money like rent due
No fubu this is bufu
By us nigga fuck you
On that interstate see what
can' t eat, i can' t sleep, 'cause your body's so sweet
put your hand to my heart, then you feel the beat
your the wonderful girl with that sexual
a hard rock lyin
And stop frontin like your shit is real
You get your game from oprah and lauryen hill
And if you are a nice girl, and I read you
your building with graffiti spray
I was baby stroller not control of race
Cortez nikes on my big wheel fisher price
Had warned me bout that curb line but
a tragic
I got the keys to run this shit but you can have it
Got my wand, in my hand, I cast magic
Money and my happiness, I gotta have it
I can get it by
Young boy in charge, 309 on the map
And I come from the city where muhfuckas blast
I ain't talking guns, but them Boys still be popping
Lil love
had
A chance to save our love from dying
That's when you told me you cheated
Slept with your ex
And kept 'em under reps just
I wouldn't see it told me
to talk
I'm so sorry for everything I've done
But first off, I wanna start by saying
That I never had a clue about Kyron and your mum (What ever)
I
'm building bricks for the block.
See I'm in love with the coca cola I can get it by the boat load from Minnesota
One call that's all, hit my Motorola
If I
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
old by old, I guess I got it through the zips
It's quick
We over here with zip drives and the flashes
Tryin' to get our shit high to the masses
Provide
cold world heaters blow
Through ya winter coat
Know I been the goat
And my girl is a centerfold
Indigo kids with the soul of a emerald
Your Jewels gold
you know that's a water gun
Niggas be capping you don't even got me the way that you got me
Get in the booth and you know I'm the truth
And I swear
loser, abuser, there's few to say
I think I'm losin' a huge fuckin' screw in my brain
Yet I have proven that you ain't gonna ruin me
With all your stupid,
Rina i can hear myself good now
You're good now, haha
Haunted by the memories of you in this life
Man, I've met so many dudes
That were jealous
everthtigng from your head to your toes
Nuclear warfare make your toes glow
Viva La Revolution, Guns cocked gonna blow
Hancock constitution, and like
chest hahaha
[Papoose:]
The soldiers get trained by the leutinent
The leutinent get all of his orders from the captain
General, when I was young I got
like im Heavy D
Your girl on my gram gave her heavy D
Said I'm chunky by funky like heavy D
Where I'm from they was grinding that heavy
But Get Gutta
to me
Yea, that's just what you do, do, do, do, do to me
Yea, that's just what you do
I drive away from your house, chasin' butterflies out
Girl
Bitch'll never get a ring like CP3
Ain't no coffee in my cup, bitch
I'm drinking lean
Caught him broad day, easy breezy
I ain't need a beam
12 had to let me
the loot
I never hesitate to shoot I let a clip go
Quick as Eddie Murphie
'Member when he shot that bitch toe?
I ain't from the 6, no
I'm from Philly but I
to marry
Wanting to just give you everything and that's kinda scary
'Cause I'm lovin' the way you shake your ass
Bouncin', got me tippin' my glass
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