Lyrics:
want the old Ferg
"Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg
Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?
Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?
New
like uh-huh, click click, see'mere, don't run nigga
All I want to know is
Where yo' connect, where the sack, where the money where the blow is
I heard
We 'bout to get right bitches (We 'bout to get right bitches!) Let's go!!!
[Verse 1: Papoose]
What you mean let's go?! Go where?!
This my city I
Segregation
Stonewall uncoverings
And lies was told
Now a statistic missing from your interest list
We play in the blind space where you can’t see
Making music
shake up your bum bum
The girls them shake up your bum bum
The girls them shake up your bum bum
E no matter where ya come from
The way you a sexy moan
a minute)
plus your old lady,
ya’ll still pushing Benz’s,
helicopter chopper take me where my friends is,
my taste is so expensive,
when I’m up in Vegas Im
Won't you bury me in Dixie
Where hard work is a plow
I wish Robert E. Lee could come back
And take a bow
Or take me to the Flora-Bama
And set me up
The girls them shake up your bum bum
The girls them shake up your bum bum
E no matter where ya come from
The way you a sexy moan got a feeling
Put your pant
ones,
I'mma retire at number one
Set fire to you number ones,
Baby where I'm coming from is nine hundred ninety nine
millis till I'm nine hundred ninety
Unto Earth (unto Earth)
Comes forth (comes forth)
Salvation
(You wanted a remix, right?)
(Ha, you wanted a remix)
Ah, ah, uh, haha, yeah
to meet
Won't you bury me in Dixie
Where hard work is a plow
I wish Robert E. Lee could come back
And take a bow
Or take me to the Flora-Bama
Clickity clack I miss the sound of that
It woke me from my sleep I had to find where it was at
I stumbled outside through the stripped sycamore trees
Yo, Eskiboy
BBK, dun know
Listen
Yo, bigging up Teeza
Man done a remix
Then I came through with the bars on point
Cause I'm a realist
Can't
And can't make it
I tried to drink the whole damn bar
And couldn't take it
That's aiight!
'Cause come sunrise,
I'm still rollin'
My nuts the only
strikes
Finna be your third time losing
You fucking stupid, I'm cooling
Blowing some earth, wind, and fire
I use my Bic to ignite it
Where I'm from niggas
a new set of speakers
I know this your song, baby come and make a remix
I know this your song, baby come and make a remix
Let's make a remix, I can be
next I say Yes I am
Set the picnic up with the Burberry Flannel
Old friends on the curb where I can't go
From the trumpet cigarette to the bando
Say I
The event that brings down civilization doesn't come
From these petty squallers in hindsight
It comes from us
In this universe, America has the militaristic
the lot to the bungalo
Where I run up and hoes do shot right up the nose
Come up with those, by the way now girl, now I know you ain't finished
When
with rock bottom solid, get them mad for the tip up out your wallet
Bitches I shine with a five hundred line long rhyme
I come from the State where
made
Was one step farther from everything that I
Love and to what? A
World of dysfunction, disrespect
And distrust come to think of it
It is sort of like
by my clientele
Your bitch come here in the mornin', I might fuck her if I'm horny
I had to curve that bitch, I don't want no pussy, I want some money
Chours~
So get it understood boy
I am from the hood boy
Came up from the dirt
Self made hustler ima beast(ima beast)
Verse~
I'm surrounded by all
He told me I can have it all
Well not direct, I mean he told me from afar
And as he opened up the doors to 100 thousand awes
Iit was loud enough
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