Lyrics:
of Milli-Vanilli
motherfuckers are being murdered by the Big Bad Wolf
Got 'em all under pressure
[Chorus]X2
[Tech N9ne]
Hey motherfucker hey motherfucker hey
right now)
Hug your family (hug your family)
(If she play with your sister, beat her fuckin' ass)
Love your family (love your family)
Go'n hug your
by my doley, don’t need no assistance
You don’t know me just wave, okay, my n**** i see you
Just keep it a distance
Know I’ll up it and spray
the game on squeeze
I got the game so easy
Know about me
Know about me
What these n's know about me?
(Northside)
We used to rap by the park
Knew that I'd
A oni chtěli by to mít
Já jsem jim řekl nemám zájem
Chtějí ti vzít co si budoval
Ale neví co to stalo
Žijem rychle
Pytle plný aby se jim dobře smálo
of a mobster
See a n**** pa** by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
clothes
Real n**** always stay ten toes
I'm staying away from the friendly n****s watch how they gon do ya
I'm f****ing that bitch I don't need her
But I
a nex breh like fake id
watch dem gal that u lay by g
but re up quick dont wait my g
sincerly crafty 893
kick the door n buss in
dont care if ur beatin
a payment,
If we don't like u,
We saying it to u blatant,
Ten toes down,
My team ain't the ones ta play with
Verse 1
Relax,
N learn to take it easy,
Vegas
gon tippy toe to the racks take a nap and go
T minus 10 till my rocket go (Countdown)
Back it up n bump it she been taking notes (Damn)
Sippin on some
of the party
This 2-seat, only 2 can fit, yea rich n**** s*** baby this is a rari
Bro off the drank, he leanin' and noddin'
He took a X, now he feel like he
working
you would think I’m Mr. Leno
And now they wanna copy like 10,4
hello
I don’t think these n***** got the memo
I’ve been in my bag
And my swag
she don't suck it I ain't mad, I can't do nothing but laugh.
I made the girl cook 4 me n don't even cum by, hope this dirty shit don't cum back
by my wrist I gave the pot whoopings
You ain't bout no gun action stop woofing
N***as shoot diss tracks we shot bullets
Made 5K on the corner
home (come on baby!)
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home [Repeat: x 4]
It's only rock n' roll
If you ain't gonna get it
up yo bitch
She prolly getting piped down at the Bando
I get bitches by the stacks hoe
I ain't fuckin less the thighs n ass Match tho
N all that shit
to understand my side of it
You bite and the slightest mention
The tension is ten times the fight between the Reds and the Whites
Let me describe and emphasise
n*gga, f**k a outcome
Now Im on dat X sh*t, not DM but Malcolm
Shout out to my n*ggas KD-Boy I gotchu
Imma hold it down other n*ggas dont know how to
Kill
of my homies carried drugs up in their socks
Mac 10s or the M12’s
I was surrounded by crack sells
Vvs on my necklace
F***** with me you’ll get neck less
face
Cos my menners all been ace
Ten toes down, two feet
I ain't planning to switch place
A!
Ohhhhhhh Ohhh myyyy LORD
I pray my sins go away
Da b3n
the way i do my thang
I cannott tell you how it do it close ya eyes n count to 10
Kickin it at the liquor store my issues might come thru again
Speakin
can’t see ‘cause I give it all to GOD
JUST GIVE IT ALL TO GOD
*produced x L. MARX.*
(engineered by Shoreside Ghost)
Norm
Die toten Augen haben noch
Nie eine Träne gebor'n
Jemand, der heute ist wie früher
Schon die Eltern war'n
Nur ein weiteres Produkt
Des
Wayne
Blessing how you living n**ga
You can see I can't complain
Pants Spain
Shirt 'Preme
Ima do my thing
I'm balling I want rings
Pants Spain
Shirt by
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