Lyrics:
Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl
Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay
loves you to death won’t let no trouble come your way
Oh, can’t forget my man
snorin
Like Hootie all of a sudden-borin
You Don't Blowfish? Hmm..Let me finish, I'm a step wit
Someone on the right tip the right shit, the champ sip
Trap
in the club goofy
You see these girls showing love goofy
They wanna blowfish like I was Hootie
Balling on these N***** like Doug Flutie
Made for tv
a uie
My life is a movie
The girls all on me
I guess I got cooties
Does tricks with her booty
Guess I am a Hootie
And she is a blowfish
Man, I just snap
scream "su woo"
Make your little sister scream, "su woo", me and YG Hootie-Hoo, ooh
Frenchie, Juiceman, Gucc, Wooh, bet them boys gon' shoot, fool
Slim
and plain
This rap industry, ain't shit to me
The million dollar man just need currency
So I can get this estate and live great, what
Finally a home of my
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
mumble rapping while you rapping for the chain gang
Try to get it up on my song so we don't have the same thing
Don't be a problem cause you know we let
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
catch it we just need a few yards
Move it like a u-haul
Don’t you let it cool off
Cuz you know I like it hot like I’m sipping oolong
Red nose Rudolph
baby! (Motor booty baby!)
Let me blow your yeah, yeah baba bubba (Motor booty baby!)
(Wind me up!)
(Motor booty baby!)
Ho!! And that's how it
you to death won't let no trouble come your way
Oh, can't forget my man down in Maryland
He's gone 'til November, how can I not remember?
Tell your
you to death won't let no trouble come your way
Oh, can't forget my man down in Maryland
He's gone 'til November, how can I not remember?
Tell your
That wanna hit it too, I'm not the type to be actin' selfish
Set it out and let it out and I'll be right back just like Elvis
'Cause the postman rings
gettin' fat
To some of them it's grim cause it's youth be havin' gats
So save all the cares, let down your nappy hairs
Cause the beats is givin' life
on gang then your life is done
Just like Popeye's we got them drums
Fifty shots to his chest and now his body numb
Can't beef with these niggas man that
It's your normal day
And this is the Ceianna Bop
Let's get into it
Daddy says, daddy balls
Yeah
Ceianna bopping i'm punching my head
Take yo ass
Hitachi
With a body like a bottle
Is your name Jeannie?
You need to be with me
Why you chillin' with that weenie?
Dude get mad like he gon' blow a fit
shake it like a tambourine
Now let's set it straight, B-I-G don't cut for cake
I put her on a plate until she's no longer awake
They just lay fast
(oil talk)
This shit gotta be all your fault (all your fault)
Big body movin' with my name on it (name on it)
Big body, tell me she gon' sing on it
with their bodies off in your trunk
To me the cards is not belong I use that strong arm robbery
Robbin spree, look at me, W-M-B
Backwards, takin you
to what it seems man this shit ain't desolate
Methadone Methodist my therapist is prejudiced
Getting so careless messing with the derelicts
Let me get
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