Lyrics:
his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now: Eazy Duz It
you somethin'
I can make you pop, legs up like a Cancan
Wake the neighbors up, make it sound like the band playing
Bitch, let me get cute (yeah)
Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me
Aye aye
Goldmouf getting stalk
Bitches by the flock
Aye aye
Sell in the stalls
Sell in the halls
Aye aye
Hide it in my draws
Hide it by balls
Aye aye
No
Yeah yeah!
Don't look now, but here come the eightees!
I was so cool back in sixty-five
I had it made 'cause I understood what to do to survive
of Kentucky and best of all
He was a sixty year old man
She let him think he'd caught her
She led him to the alter
Totin' seven carats on her hand
All dressed
to go?
Ever an' every extra mile to show that you're fallin' in love
Like I am fallin' deeper in love with you baby doll
You are my savior
Got me through
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Hey old friend let's look back
On the crazy clothes we wore
Ain't it fun to look back
And to see it's all been done before
All
his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now: Eazy Duz It
people's expenses
I say your all just too goddamn sensitive
It's censorship, ad it's down right blasphemous
Let's end this shit now 'cause I won't stand
Fuck wrong with these ho niggas?
Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas
And it's never less than like four niggas
Four
Goldmouf getting stalk
Bitches by the flock
Aye aye
Sell in the stalls
Sell in the halls
Aye aye
Hide it in my draws
Hide it by balls
Aye aye
No searching
Let's do it
Workin' all week, 9 to 5 for my money
So when the weekend comes I go get live with the honey
Rollin' down the street, I saw this
never seen it in him, but I seen it (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
The Barbie dolls played off reflection of Venus (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
He built a wall so tall
sleeves.
Four-door swoosh made by Nike.
Drop-top jumpan suit, by Mike E.
Got to like my player, I'm in it for the dough.
I'm in it for show, matter fact
Powder on my clothes
Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove
By next summer I will have a Range Rover
My money, it grows and it grows and it
the block
I take a ruff-neck chicken make stop in stone top
'Cause I roll with the army of sixty-eight
The Privates' don't make the orders it's the General
Let's do it
Workin' all week, 9 to 5 for my money
So when the weekend comes I go get live with the honey
Rollin' down the street, I saw this
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true (yes)
Everything is easy, baby, leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot, let it steam, let it brew (yes)
a match and the match went out
But it wasn't no more lights in the motherfucking house
Speakin of house let's play a game of it
Is you wit it? hide and go
That's what I'm tellin' you (wild out)
And I'ma let you be the doll
Let you fuck the dog, I'm very loyal, yeah (be the doll)
It's nothin' personal
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true (yes)
Everything is easy, baby, leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot, let it steam, let it brew (yes)
deep in a box
6ft deep in a box
Like i dont get it
Like i dont really fucking get it
Why they gotta label me like i'm over rated
Especially when
at the place of jewels, let the white man love it
I'm too much, got bitches out for me
Bring 'em home, give 'em they choice of balcony
She said "We can have
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