Lyrics:
they called
To let ‘em know he’s always home - any time’ll work at all
When they come
He’s got three grown kids and two of them - live within ten miles
Get Funky!
Who woulda guessed,
We'd be doin' it like this,
Scandalous,
For all the brothers who can't handle this,
Thousand Foot takin' up mad
an execution
My momma told me that that thug shit will get you buried
The next day there's your name in the obituary
I asked her why we gotta live in this
touched, crushed, your times up
Ya rhyme sucks, ya crew's weak
When the smoke clears, I'll be there, standin on my two feet
With the mic in one hand,
clowns
Cause man are all fass, man are all gas
Can't fuck with P & Ills on a track
Watch the dance get done like "oh my god"
Professional, Man stay on job
(This is live and direct)
(Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition)
(Carry on tradition)
Got Statik, and I'ma select
Mic check 1,2,1,2
It's more than examples on how to cook and dress
Discipline and values I know you need to get
Even though your hard headed don't change]
verse2
(i know
the not too far away
Zero g dancing we can dart away
Darkness light quick you feel my rage
By the sun kiss face warm up my space
We can dance in a city lil
and when you get another chance
Either hold up the wall, or get out there and dance
It's on you, do what you wanna do
You know why everybody always
and shot em
Roll one, I roll two - I leave em' on his grave
The day will come my niggas when we get to smoke again
On a main-stage though at a sold out show,
Verse Two: Belo
Mmmm, now they peep a brother Rolex
Try and get race car, heavy on the skin tech
Money clean like Windex
givin up the ave
Wanna come down
I just want more love
Living it up
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Aye
Yeah
Oh nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
I can't get enough
Yeah
Oh
IMc HIT IT FROM THE SIDE BcBY THcTS RIGHT
IMc PUT IT ON LIVE BcBY cCT RIGHT
IMc LIVE INSIDE INSIDE
BcBY THcTS MINE
TELL Yc NEXT McN
IM IN
to grab my screwed up tape
[Chorus 2]
Crusing down the street with my 6 hoes
Bumping my shit, riding on vogues
Went to the park to get the scoop
Young
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
watch the cash fall bitch
Finesse the blues get the racks off bitch
Come through with the crew standoffish
Let loose on the weekend do it often
Imma die
[Chorus]
I'm a full time hustla posted on the block,
Got to get it how I live and I'm never going to stop.
Now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta
em by twos Shawty got me out of my fruity looms
I got money to make nigga get out my way
Or you'll be on the end of the boom
Shooters ain't gonna
the words man I've let myself come untied
Witnessed my logic get caught by my pride 'n now I can't let shit slide
'N now I just question if all these people
Is going to get inside my heart [x2]
Is going to give me a heart attack
Look away it's too much to bare, I've been bitten by the party animal
dance around inside the stadium
Making your critics look so dumb
Every single thing you do just comes up roses
Never break a sweat
I’ve been the desert
Verse 1 (led by the instructors)
Roll up, Roll up!
We promise you the time of your lives.
(shout) (Oh, such exciting things to do!)
dissin', they come up missin'
Ayy, I get this shit, just as long as they printed
Ayy, caught me an opp, he sprinted
Hey, I'm mixin' drank with the drank
on (look) yeah, come on
(Up in the sky) When I'm at the bar, or in a rented car (look)
(You'll see me flying by) Ya see the jewerly truck, don't touch
Yeah,
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