Lyrics:
of nails
Word to ?Jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails
I'm not a warrior or barbarian type of nigga
I'm just quick to smoke your family then
these, snips and snails and puppy dog tails huh?
You're messing with me, I'm messing with you, I'm a dog trick
I chase cats like Peppy La Pu, dead
playing tricks with my head
I work like a dog on the job every day
I'm trying make some money so I can go and play
In the night time
That's the right
collide
Your twice as hot
Wet through
The new extras
Get you by in life
High on life
I wonder what
Life would be like
If no more
Women were dykes
in a laser plane
You always know which trick to pull
Just as I'm driving deep down again
Your love is always so theatrical
My performance better
Half an Ativan, I'm drivin' straight at a van
In a black sedan, fast as I can
In Pakistan gettin' chased by a pack of Stans
You know how I roll, bitch
now I'm sick and simply rich, grippin' wood and flippin' chrome
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game
Wrote a letter this mornin'
Put it in your hat
'Cause there's no one to read it
And I know you knew that
I bought a joke, a trick or two
Just
The following explicit content in this song by "Pawn Star"
Are not necessarily the views expressed by De La Soul
But they understand
Execute porn
won't let go.
I know a trick-ass nigga might think it's scary:
Will it come back on 'I'm if he gets married.
I don't give a fuck about bitches in
[Chorus]
Heavy in the game champagne in my pool
Don perignon and bitches in my jacuzz
Time to act a fool might be on a bean
Might be section 8 but I'm
get stuck and then
I'm either talkin' about ya or thinkin' about ya
Or runnin' my mouth about bein' without ya to all my friends
Shut me up by
instead of 'hi'
But this doesn't mean that I'm head over toes in with you
Whatever you used to beg me hug
And you used to play me tricks
And all those
the countdown Zack, yeah
Keep goin' man, keep goin', you ready?
One, fun
Two, you
Three, me
Four, more
Five, no jive
Six, no tricks
Seven, we in heaven
twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out
own lane (I've got my own lane, I'm driving by myself)
Hope you wish my well
I'm so gone (just you)
All I do is walk alone (just me)
I'm so gone
Don’t wanna play by your own rules
so you make em up however you choose
Thought we could be on the same team
you warming the bench I’m out of your
Blow ya ass away like AJ
I'm almost certain I'm put on the hurtin'
Bitch, it's curtains!
Locced in my motherfuckin' head
Gotta play connect-the-dots
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
call me, trick Swayze
Okay
In other news and other niggas hoes
Your wife taste like honey nut cheerios
I'm in the mirror like oh baby
Who needs
I'm on my way
Give him the keys to my car (give him the keys to my)
He bring it back by tomar (yah, yah)
I got whatever he need
Long as he give me
like I'm married
And send her home with the cock swoll, did her pops know?
Little girl that he tryna protect was in the crib doin porno
[Too Short]
a Noble nosin' under and moanin'
Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a Vic
But they, kept on passin' me by 'cause they can recognize a trick
you become one.
Now you said no tricks in '86 it's time to build, now we gone be pushin'
'96 and
niggas still gotta kill. Tryin to keep it
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