Lyrics:
come to the t'cha
Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin paid
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by
Push up ya han-ds, if you
??? ain't lockin it
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
y'all boys betta put em up,
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene
With their red lights flashin' in a hot
the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one's ever indicted you
Why? 'Cause you're a
White boy, white boy,
and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop 'til the cops come
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Yeah, yeah
Mmh uh
Ain't yellin' cut when it's shootin' time
Sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
what you got, girl what you got?
Somebody call the cops, 'cause shorty's a problem
(somebody call the cops)
Girl what you got, girl what you got, girl
man
[Chorus 2X]
It's in the music, turn it up let it knock
Let it bang on the block 'til the neighbors call the cops
The cops gone come but they ain't
Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seater
Hate him or love him for the same reason
Can't leave it, the game needs him
Plus the people need
the street
My name, yeah, I rang, when I sang
They repeat
(Git, git, git, git, git, git, git)
For da' rings by my chain
You get paid for a feet
Pop up
The price was like 8 digits, a long way, shit
Got the beachfront view, V 1-2
Cop you one, cop me one too
On the place, jet ski's parked by the lake
No
Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
Think of all the great things we
The neighbors called the cops on my party
Last night around one
Some redneck got head butt by Bobby
And then he came back with a gun
But he couldn't
Escobar, or love Nasir Jones?
Let me know so I could cop her the stones
What's clear to me, it's sincerity
Somebody I could call my own, yeah
All I need
of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go, go, go there's no stopping me
I'm burning through the sky, yeah
Two hundred degrees,
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
curfew's early
You ain't home by 2:30, you heard me?
Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby
I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend
If you toy with my
Rollin on blunts, niggaz call it swisher sweets
I got birds 16-5, a muthafuckin key
Fool, when ya hit me, it's 18-5
I gotta tax em 2 g's just for takin
Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
Think of all the great things we
To smoke your pot
Whatcha gonna do two against one?
Now da whole thing's silly
But I'm starin' at the billy
Quietly
my boys uptight
Two Vogues on the left, Uniroyal on the right
Hooptie bouncin', runnin' on leaded
This is what I sport when you call me big-headed
I
Curtis Jackson known for creatin' action
By rapidly clappin' nigga I stay strapped
So much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two
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