Lyrics:
The kid don't play
And if there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby, Vanilla
Ice ice baby,
Treat the beat just like a spy I'ma torture
I done jumped off but they still on the porch huh
Claim they got drip but they looking ridiculous
My shit
can call up another shorty, you can call ya dude, aww
She seen my peace sign up thought I wanna call a truce, naw
Cut her no coupon
Can't get no juice
I'm with my ride or dies
I let them know about the money; don't try to hide it
I work a nine to five
But I could still cut through the check like
hoes tryna cut a check
Had to talk with my God, he done told me it ain't over yet
They been worried bout the past, but I swear I been over that
You, you
finally learnt my ABC's
Now I'm done with letters I want digits hey
123 let me see it let me let me see it cuz all I wanna see is
Checks checks all I want
Roll up, hop out
Lift my shirt up, glock out
I got
Cash on deck
On deck
On deck
These hoes turn to check
To check
To check
Y'all gon' hurt yo neck
Yo
the sound, check out the sound
(Jam on it)
And don't ya hear the sound
Jam-On is gettin' down
(Jam on it)
Allow me to introduce myself, my name is
up dead with pressure by the bitch
Killer been steppin' for so long, he cut his leg off (leg off)
So as he cut his first head, cut his dreads off
of me
Got these ops stuck, cut em like a surgery
Check the weather, yeah you know I'm bringing all the heat
Oooo check the weather
If it's really hot
When I'm done Bilal cuts up my rhyme
He's my partner, not a stand-in
On a 'highway to heaven' just like Mike Landon
And when it comes to battles my boy's
security will be knockin'
While Evil E's rockin', charlie jam and try blockin'
I'm a fuckin' mack that comes up by playin' the back
Ask my nigga, I'll be
scratch of flavor flav saying "stay off his dick"
And ice cube saying "all on my snoopy" *
* cut n scratch of flavor flav saying "yo yo check this out"
The kid don't play
And if there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby, Vanilla
Ice ice baby,
ain't even got a stylist
Had to cut her off she was acting too childish
Fuckin up a check got my niggas straight wildin
Straight wildin
Straight wildin
Cut my last bit off can't win
She trynna snoop
Like juice and gin
GSE tha cartel
My soldiers in Chanel
I drip she slipped and fell
Wanna cuff me like
Talk to her lullaby by by
(By-by, by by)
(By-by, by by)
(By-by, by by)
(By-by, by)
This that shit ya girl be going to bed to
This that shit ya girl be
my nigga gotta cut the check
Shawty you want my attention gotta drop the neck
They ask me why I always talk like I’m the fucking best
I told em simply
To survive, man you gotta be real
Niggas ain't cut like me
She go down like she showing me skills
Shit get popping like pills
Can't put my trust in a friend
Goin' to different cities, we don't ever check in
All my shooters different, they gon' give us leverage
You leave, you can't get back in
I swear it
and the initials of my name is D-E-F
Know what I'm sayin'
I ain't playin'
Picture this...
Standing outside in the front of the place
Eyes hypnotized by
and the initials of my name is D-E-F
Know what I'm sayin'
I ain't playin'
Picture this...
Standing outside in the front of the place
Eyes hypnotized by
on
You know I get my ride on all on his own
Check this out dog, you don't know me shit
You know I represent the eastside Long Beach with the crip nigga
twenty nineteen
(Twenty nineteen)
Fifty seven, eighty so you understand the mindset
I'm so smooth the cut don't need a mic check
The teachings with
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