Lyrics:
took your ass to the cleaners
Mane, I'm on your side, not tryna inconvient
Just know we got them mean keys in them plastic meaners
So keep it player
straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I'm
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK,
remember it all
Dropping my lunch box and Tampax all over the hall
And they said
You are a socialist coke head, we know from your clothes
You are
all you bitches
It don't take players like me too long
To get bitches like you to let me take you home
I got the game from Oakland, California
I'm
personally (Amen)
I'm always on go, certainly
Bitch, your baby daddy used to get work from me (For real though)
We made a promise to take it to the grave with
(kiss my ass)
Die slow (why?)
Your life is trash (whoa)
Thank you, have a nice day
I'm in the wind (in the wind)
If you cancel Ice Cube, you cancel
the low blows dammit
I show flows and poke ho's that's s'posed to be yours
Seein my haters in a dark alley tormented by mine
Dodgin the Tech Nine
Now here's
shit on the daily as we proceed
Conscious be my guide when I'm walking out the house with no wedding ring
c thin line between love and hate a good
Yeah
Three Six
Boogie Mane
Hypnotize Mindz, you know?
Niggas get scared when they see these hard hittas
Walk up in the motherfuckin' club, we
people should enterprise
And I'm like if you don't get yo' ass in this ride from Enterprise
That I rented it yesterday and got to have in by 5
With
of that Za and she still choking
That ain no pistol that you feel my manding poking
Henny on ice I pulled up to the scene floating
Fuck the whole club up
yeah ('Cause DSP that's who we be, Player)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Got the place rockin' from front to back and)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Nigga, what you think, who
picture packs up and leaves
Looking for a new place to hang
The ice box realized it was a cube
So, it did the same
Water the daisies pushed up by tyrants
markets on lock
From meat to stock
Black Star, what, throwin' like Kid Rock in bars
Men flock to where we are, cause its the place to be
I grab my
don't even think of callin back
Man I know those cats, him and his click be flowin crack
Up in Prominax(?), stickin them kids, by the laundromat
chicks love the diamonds that I get from rob jewels
We been in the spot maaaan hang up flirtin
We be surrounding by girls man and I ain't burpin
All I know
just alleviate your clothes
Time to fly up out it catch you at a club
You get me fiendin body talkin' shit to me
But I can't comprehend the meanin'
Time
them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg
from meek, and feelin' chic
Refusing to concede defeat
There I was same crew, same time
Same club we kicked it at the previous week
I asked her
money, (Maybach O)
Believe that, (We going to turn out the club)
Lame ass niggas in your ear all night
Ciroc got me loose, but your dress fitting tight
My
an earthquake
I can't wait to meet her uh, undress her, beat her up
Now we leavin from the club, and she let me cop a rub
Can't believe she choose me,
the heavyweights)
We runnin' from jail
Stackin' that mail, tippin' the scale
(This is for the heavyweights)
Ayo, we live large, big cars, 3D ice
I'm so big,
Betsy
1965, I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson but now
But it's president (Georgia) Bush
[Repeat: x2]
We from a town where
of players that be gettin' 2-day contracts
Email snitch, got Ds in your two-way contacts
I'm in the club sippin' on that new 'Ze cognac
In the number 9
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