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Saluting pretty bitches in the club
Feel like Adolph
Got like ahundred shots
An I'm just thumbing
Through my call log
Say she notice I'm the realist
Do me and get away
I got a glimpse of your license plate
N-W-A."
[Chorus: x2]
She was Chubby and
Ready to Rock
Naughty By Nature and
Part
up in Geneva
Oh man, I did it again, didn't I?
Destroyed his Bando with a solar flare
I'm in the club listening to the brown note
My dogs will do
and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for
petty hustlers out there
How to have it yo' way (okay); Get Dough Or Die (yeah) floss at all cost (yeah)
Cash out, mash out, brought to you by, Grand
wit y'all
Watching you niggas, you shook! all you looking all nervous
Maybach infront the club, parked crooked on purpose
Now ladies my Mercedes
pistols in the club, we don't need no belts
Bottles on the way, nigga, power up
The bad hoes with us, nigga, we powered up
Them foreigns outside, nigga, we
We cop sixty-three nigs
One from every spot, blunts be mystery mix
We got spots, all my niggaz stay in Bricks
While y'all stash clips in bags
getting chewed by some Nemo's
I'm blowin' weed smoke, livin' on a speed boat
Music in my engine, that's the only way the dream floats
So I'm gon' be
Listen
If I get rich I'll still fuck with my broke friends
And by then all my friends won't be broke no
Got my boy who just cooks he don't mix spices
this motherfucker up let's get ready to rumble!
Shuttin systems down! You ready for war?
Start somethin, start fightin
I rock, I roll
I roll, we by
told ya
Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!)
See why'all niggaz know why'all need to grow up
Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha)
the start a restaurant
The way I be in the kitchen
You can't tell the way I spit it
High nigga go get it
I don't have to test the work
My bitch she
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
know I got next week
I'm strictly goin' from the bottom to the peak
I'm ready focused and determined to get back on my feet
[Chorus: Aesop Rock
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
forever
I'm thinkin' baby come my way
Your body so hypnotic yeah
Mix it with the henny so exotic yeah
You the finest yeah
Yeah this world so cold
But you
, the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my er
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I’m like a mink while
why he acting frantic
I pull up to crib and He gone like magic
No possible way to open my packet cause
I got the sauce you can't get a drip
She want
thingy big scale
I like the way you do that thing
You do indecent
You and me be the best kept secret
Yeah Check peep it
Word is bond
We rock on like puzzle
Ballin I don't give a fuck
In the club dont spill my cup
Hauling gas I keep it tucked
Man's not gang dont dap him up
Shot caller I make my luck
Grab
the rocks ryan
That’s my blood brother, signed it on the dotted line
Now mix this shit up and ship this shit out one baggy at a time cuz, it’s like i’m out my
talkin shit
We out here tryin to get paid in a major way
Come on
I rock a six like that
From my dubs in the club, sippin Cris' like that
Pop
heaven high, of weed I fly
Got me missin' dead homies with the phonies that died
Hit the weed and hope it get me high
Dear God, understand my ways
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