Lyrics:
the Ason
Givin' it to ya raw baby
The raw deal, because
These lovely rhymes made by the one and only
I'm Ason, there's nothin' phony about me
, cold holler
Ain't no way to make a dollar, no no
Daddy's working days are through, and I'm the queen of the avenue
I was standing by the farm store when
you cold
Hey Laura
Why don't you ever come around
Why you always staring at the ground
Why don't you be honest, you beyond this
Just can't find nowhere
Light in the window but out in the night it's a cold world
Locked on collision--wrong over right between boy and girl
Call it the fashion--but can
donu0027t need no ticket for this ride itu0027s free
Girl itu0027s on me
Donu0027t let me sit here all alone collect dust
Letu0027s get to movinu0027 get
sauce then me so
I just flipped the switch this is beast mode
I gotta be the champ for the people....and he know
And he froze
The heats on but he cold
Yah! hey
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, white dust on the desk I blow it
Man, I ball like Klay you pass that shit, I swear I'd throw it
Throw it, throw
Hey, Dad, I'm writing to you
Not to tell you that I still hate you
Just to ask you how you feel
And how we fell apart, how this fell apart
Are
played, get played, played a lot on radio
And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers
The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed
It
the basket with plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin' caps
Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin' chased by the five O
and
Bring him out to the club.
He said, "Set him up!", cous's payin' for.
Had all the go-go girls set up, waitin' up.
They carried him downtown and put him
come down
To get paid, to get the girl
In your 4 wheel drive (A country boy can survive)
Yeah the boys 'round here
Drinking that ice cold beer
Talkin'
Hooo
La, la, la
Hey you! Tell me now
What's a girl? Just what is it!
Is it cotton candy, can I eat it?
Or is it dark charcoal, is it tricky?
What's
(Fresh out the bank)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh) fresh out the bank
I do my lil' bop, I don't know how to dance
I gotta get it, I'ma champ
I gotta give
trynna talk to me with that nose full of dust
When it's dark outside
Hey
When it's dark outside baby come with us
She with 4,5 girls and they comin' with
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
of you just low speed
I dont quit I dust myself off and
I keep on Going
She ask me why I eat so good.
Girl you taste like coneys
This shit too easy
The way
back just in
Front of the supermarket door-way child
Hey girl, on a cold summer night
As we stood on the corner
As a man passed by and asked us
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)
Rushin' up
boys and girls
Which one do you go to?
Which one do you go to
I'm packin' buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks
Hey yo I didn't
Left you on your own, girl
Tell me what you feel like
Blindfolded, I'm cold, do it real nice
That's if it feel right
Maybe it's the thug in me
I pull
all my pain
That-that will settle my brain
It's-it's my first one today
Hey
I saw your sister at work
I saw your mama at church
I'm pretty sure
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
how to act in a drought
See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed
My views misshaped by new mixtapes
That confirmed the shit
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