Lyrics:
The kid down the street mowes the grass every week
The neighbor next door fixed the roof where it leaked
Job's going fine and the bills are all paid
Came out the jump with it right in my truck
And we tryna have fun, fuck a PO
DMS by the mil', talkin'. "Come to Brazil"
And we just might pull up
(shoot it out)
Aim this bitch, we can shoot it out nigga (grr)
Shoot it out, gun down (gun 'em down)
Runnin' round, run it back (yeah)
Dick her down
doin' Marni and Stella McCartney
I made a full three-sixty out the 'partment
I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait
I'm gettin' money, takin' drugs
butt
Turn around, stick it out
Show the world you got it
Wine, go down, turn and flick it
A girl like me know how fi handle oi wicked
One bat, two
make sure the kids were all outside
Billy Watson would look out for the evil eye
Now Mrs. Bailey took a nap at three o'clock each day
We knew that
of death.
He had slammed the door but I said no more
And I thought I'd breathed my last breath.
We was out in the sticks down Highway Six
And the crowd
on the door and it was opened
By a brown-haired girl and a baby with a teethin' ring.
I said "I seen you somewhere before
But don't stand there and block
boss (yeah) I'm the head hon-cho.
Walk inside the club, I need V.I.P pronto
[Chorus]
Get it in, get it out, turn it up, turn it down
Big Snoop
Your mama's front door, scared the hell out of me
Marching up to it, just barely sixteen
They said, "Be back by 10", and at 9:54
I kissed you
screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The body guard pulled us the back door
I never saw her anymore- it was an in-store heartbreak
Live at five interview
butt
Turn around, stick it out
Show the world you got it
Wine, go down, turn and flick it
A girl like me know how fi handle oi wicked
One bat, two
I took her out, it was a Friday night
I wore cologne to get the feeling right
We started making out and she took off my pants
But then I turned
be caught by whoever (who close?)
See ion need ya hand nomo
I ain't outside sittin in the van nomo (oh no)
Waiting on you to walk out your door
Looking
Started with a dollar and a dream
We did it for the West, motherfucker, like Kanye
Niggas get stretched out on [?]
Got three thousand stacks, I ain't
a section, some of a rehearsal
So sucker MC's don't take it personal
I don't mean to talk about you or put you down
But I get loose out the door and go
the gas
It was one past midnight!
We boned down Vernon
Right on Normandie
Left on Florence
Gettin' through the E.T.G.'s
Spun out on Vermont
Made
the yard, that's culture
Twenty-three hour lockdown, then somebody called
Said your lil' nephew was shot down, the culture's involved
I done seen niggas do
the money till the day I die (die)
Started with the envelopes and now our ceilings high, high
While you haters countin' us out, we countin' it up
One
and bones
Hearts and bones
Whoa whoa whoa
She said why?
Why don't we drive through the night
We'll wake up down in
Mexico
Oh I
I don't know nothin' about
DMC, we have a mid-thirties male found down, unresponsive
Possible overdose, substance unknown
Pulse is 60 and thready, respiration's eight
He's
Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, MCA and me, Mike
was a fifty three
And the motor turned out to be a seventy three
And when we tried to put in the bolts all the holes were gone
So we drilled it out
don't)
We be throwing down like Muhammad
Niggas don't be knowing we
Be flyin' like comets slick with the tongue
Word out to mouth vomit
Masters
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