Lyrics:
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
hopping, feeling right
Booties shaking, all around
Pump that jam, while I'm gettin' down
Check the mirror, looking fly
Round up the posse, jump in my
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
' high's easy
Gettin' drunk's fine
It's the gettin' by that'll get us all down
So if you need me
Know that I'm bleeding
Somewhere alone in some coastal
of sand
My love for life is fueled by
The love for my man
I love his mother and
The silly mystic man
Some people think he's bad
They say he doesn't
of bud
Some of the money making motherfuckers
From the other side
Was thinking ‘bout a jack move tryna hoo ride
Gettin' jealous cuz my nigga got
The dope
The rap struck 'em, harder than gettin' hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for
care
She's comin' on strong
In her big blue eyes I can do no wrong
I was doin' alright gettin' by on my own
'Til little miss you-know-who comes along
with the guillotine
Snap back, rip you to some props in your paperback
Gettin rectums, doin jobs like I'm Dr. Giggles
Servin em well, I stop
heads, you ain't gettin' no head
You ain't gettin' no bread, you ain't gettin' no shows
You ain't gettin' no dough, you ain't gettin' no hoes
Dawg I hit
[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad]
That you're still here, right here by my side, uh
Times are changin', strangers gettin' stranger, uh
Generations faced with genocide, damn
Try
[Pitbull]
Hey Jim Jones,
Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down
Hey Lil Jon,
U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit
rippin' up a style
That's cool and calm, we droppin' a bomb
And you can nod your head to the rhythm where we are
Some whole new (uh) that's well improved
a sign up ahead
Wash my face and get fed
And that voice in my head
Keeps sayin' I'm lonely
But I'm only payin' my dues
Holiday Inn Blues
Had
mess around and make country love
Meet me at night tonight and we'll go down by the river side
Take along some moonshine our love is much too strong
Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna
without my hand on my heat
I run with pitbulls, like Kirk, Boz and Jimmy
And we ain't takin shorts, every dollar to the penny
Big cereal - chompin, white
need you by my side
There must be somethin' in the water
'Cause every day, it's gettin' colder
And if only I could hold you
You'd keep my head from
in New O, pimp Creole
The bricks get white like Andy Griffin
By the way, Me and Pitbull doin' terrific
Still got the blow, gettin' the doe no Bisquick
back to some hood shit
Any club, any fly fair
If they start shooting all they remember is Nas was there
Some homies of yours bangin' affiliation
(Head popped off)
(Head popped off)
(Head popped off)
(Head popped off)
(Head popped off)
My mama don't want me, the next thing I know, I'm gettin
Been about a day since I bled in a pine bed
Get 'em full of dread when they
Find out that I’m dead
Body full of meds, mislead by a pill head
Fucking
Let's get it
You like that don't you?
I wrote it myself by the way
And I don't mean to be selfish
But I picture myself gettin' paid
And you might
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