Lyrics:
what we do (to get by) to get by
Live or die, the world is a ghetto
Five hundred niggas died in guerilla warfare
In a village in Africa, but didn't
the corner
I see death around the corner
I saw him near last week
In my Oldsmobile some niggas try to blast me
So I cocked back the 4-5 no lie
Let my trigger
pimpin
I been down, been around,
From the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock
Ooh baby, baby, baby let me
play
We can playyy
Welcome to the play house
Turn around buss it open like a twerk session
By the levels of yo skills baby you deserve my blessing
I
a dollar to get in and twenty-five cents a beer
They play rock and roll music like it hasn't been rocked for years
Well she's sexy and seventeen .....
get home, dial it up
I'll be your man and you can be my lady and you can come to my house, and we can get busy baby
Girl forget about your boyfriend,
drive
Damn, they work me so damn hard
Work by nine, then off past five
And they work my nerves
That's why I cannot sleep at night
I'm lookin' for
on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush
Now
I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white house hating, trying to wash
to the game, baby
Always wanted fame, always wanted cash
To live fast
Get the girls with the biggest ass
Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5
Now that I got it
lyin'
A nigga miss the good old days
Sippin Kool-Aid, Mama let the OJs play
Nowadays, it seems like the end is near
Cause babies killin' babies like
let me hit that shit, sssss) [Coughs]
Man this shit so, shit
Yo, yo put that smoke out man, there go 5-0
[Master P]
Ooh, I'm with it
Smooth, if you
and tha envy in yo eyes
Now call me a lie
While you five stand by I stand by tha captain
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson
I stay cheefin' higha
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Birds in the trap, they gon' stink by tomorrow
Servin' the Act' out a baby bottle
Don't tell me, "Shut up," you are not my boss
look what I made"
Dad's gotta go catch a plane
"Daddy where's Mommy? I can't find
Mommy where is she?"
I don't know go play Hailie, baby
Your Daddy's
on the coast, marble floors laced out
Chase you upstairs singing 'Let's Play House'
Drop a seed in her
Little life to breathe in her
Wanna boy so to be sure, I
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
Crocs
Five fiends by two o-clock, hypebeast, Gucci socks
Side street, losin' the cops, try me, they shootin' Glocks
Trickin' on a picky bitch, like do
You ain't know I could play the piano, did you, nigga?
Can you say New York City?
Now as we proceed
To give you what you need (Bad Boy)
Ladies
grape
Evisu jeans with the Bathing Apes (yeah)
Desert on the pillow, choppas by the nightstand (yeah)
You can roll the dice, play with your life man
Shawty snap
Ah ho yea
Snap ya fingaz do ya step you can do it by yaself
Play pal what up
Excuse me but this
Verse has not been russel simmons
caressing)
On a backseat of my benzie
When my girl kept on waiting
Was on my way
To my gurlies house
Was supposed to meet her at 5
Ooh baby yeah yeah
5
Let me get up inside { you got a nasty mind }
I wasn't talking about ya draws I was talking bout ya house
Because that's the first step once I
the house
Yo Street, drop the verse
Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much
[Redman]
Mic check, mic check (mic check mic check one two)
One two, one two check mic (yeah)
Gilla House, D-Block baby (can y'all hear me out
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