Lyrics:
rewind before you put your rhyme out
And go to the "Wizard of Oz"
And tell 'em that your tryin' to get yourself a brand new heart
A brand new start
a cup, get a cup, get a cup, get a cup
For that price my niggas gon' hit 'em up
Lets get it
Live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up
you come from, where you going?
We all want to tell her, tell her that we love her
Venice gets a queen, best I've ever seen
We all want to kiss
the flow is spasmodic what they call insane
That ain't even a motherfucking aim I get dough boy
And you already know that pimping
Eighteen how I'm living
da herb
You stay up off my dick don't back talk my nigga finna' get up in 'em
Back up off of this nigga
The one nigga that fucked up they shut up
pressed, you can flex
Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, uh
Guap, guap
I need that cheese, shorty, show me where it's at (boy, please,
be sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour (yeah, get in line)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hang on till the end
sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour
(Yeah, get in line)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hang on till the end of the line (I
boy watch what the fuck you sayin do you know who the fuck I am bitch I'm a man...
Now let me get that hand clap, that hand clap
Know what I'm sayin...
chicks so mad
I'm 'bout to I shake my ass
Snatch that boy so fast
Make dem other bitches mad
It's all about me and you
Doin' how we do
Tear the floor up
high and mighty with all that muscle!"
Go ahead, boy. Pick up that hammer, and show me what you can do!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down
Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).
[Chorus]
(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
(put 'em on your grave)
Niggas stay schemin', but they ain't ready to pop that (pop that)
Coke Boys move keys, where the locks at? (Coke Boys, baby)
and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want none
But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this
(
Get your ass off the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy, just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close 'cause
where you from, nigga Westside
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em
stand
When you get him home
Well, I don't look like much, but I can sure saddle up
And ride with you all night long
All nat and no cattle, that boy
you love how that black man swing?
We keep it real, tell Holyfield
He next in line
So get his heart problem checked
'fore he steps to mine
And Seldon, I
it, I'm a stinker
Burning vermin stink
Watch me get as high as a heat wave, honey
Tell me what you hound dogs think
Set in my styles with a beady
think.
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.
We're just knocked
get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Nah shootout ayye, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee
(soulja boy tell em)
[verse 1:]
Its
if I get you alone I don't know what I might do
And I think that it's about time
We leave cause boy you're my type
You got me so excited
Baby let's
where you from, nigga Westside
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em
Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop
Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
(We know how you be doing it baby) How
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