Lyrics:
like i ain't doin enough
These niggas talk down on me see and smile at me like I ain't already knowin what's up
Run up my salary burn it like calories my
Baby, what you doin'?
Baby, what you doin'?
Baby, what you doin'?
Come here I been missin' you
I wanna fuck
I know you can tell by how I
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
I ain't need my
Pistol while I'm in the projects
But niggas got animosity I keep the P-90
I'm so G 'bout it, slidin' in a G-Body
Shotgun Pete hop out
think the statue of liberty fall on you
Valence snort so much 'til they nose get sore
It's time to graduate, bags ain't doin the job no mo'
Now a needle
favors, Nah! (I do this shit by myself)
I ain't askin' for no favors (By myself, I do this shit by myself)
Ever really had to get it down, first time,
tonight 'cause we poppin' off
Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me
It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off
Slow motion, GT rollin', your
fiend for it soon as we get done that's how I know you crack
Baby, what you doin'?
Come here I been missin' you
I wanna fuck
I know you can tell by
bleedin' a lot
One punch to the jaw you
Sippin' lunch through a straw
Regardless if you vegan or not
Crowd starts to boo
Yo hold it down we ain't doin
turnin' up, you're bein' backhanded like Pete Sampras
About that, I missed my uncle's funeral to go to South by Southwest
You ain't gotta appreciate it
you ain't gotta ask (Uh, uh)
Way before the quarantine, I was in a mask
Asked niggas for six feet
Pop 'em in the ass you rap it like a G
Wasn't poppin'
prosperous moves wit the jewels, wit Wu Nikes on
It's cool don't ever act like niggaz ain't who new
One!
[Hook]
[Outro]
Yea! we just sit back, in
Cruisin off in a big beamer
Drinkin a liter, got it fresh outta the freezer
Get on your knees like a preacher
I ain't no teacher, but I show a lesson
[Hook 1: Pharoahe Monch (Pete Rock)]
(Yeah), uhh, (uhh), yes
Yes, uhh, come on, (do it), yeah, uhh
You want that iced out watch don't ya (right)
You
[Hook 1: Pharoahe Monch (Pete Rock)]
(Yeah), uhh, (uhh), yes
Yes, uhh, come on, (do it), yeah, uhh
You want that iced out watch don't ya (right)
You
night by day see me nerding like Urkle (say what)
You can hate me all you want but (what you doin, what you doin)
Just cause I'm on my way up (what you
man
DJ Pete Rock, producer extraordinaire, yo Pete Rock
Make it clear
I can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend
Keep a party pimping from now
sacrifices
Now Im doin' What I Love
Took a lot of time
Fought all the pain
All From Above
Now Im doin' What I Love
MC By Day
Rad Tech by Night
Struggled
DJ Pete Rock, prducer extrodinaire, yo Pete Rock
Make it clear
I can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend
Keep a party pimping from now to then
I
Only makin heat (Fire)
Like my name was Texas Pete (Sauce)
No competition
So I can not be beat
Say I got the sauce
New drip call it voss
Left my
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
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