Lyrics:
shootin' like Currys
Walkin' in the club, no searchies
Whack him for a check, yessirski
Spinnin' (spinnin'), sinnin'(sinnin')
Sinnin' (sinnin'), winnin'
'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
Cash, money, checks, cash
Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals
I just wanna fuck
Alabama at
That's what niggas get for trying to battle rap
Head shot, should be one and down
No drive-by, but we running guns
A nigga walk up to you,
I can't wait, I won't wait
So take me by my arms and rock me baby
Cause I'ma always and forever be yo lady
It's like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(A-dubba-dubba-dah!)
[Coolio]
We live in a society created by an empire
that`s based
Exuma
You hear
We gotta take our time
Gettin' this one started
Hey mamma soul mamma soul papa
Hey soul body soul body soul body
Hey, hey, hey,
Midgard
This Earth
Check the Cross
Check ya worth
Gotta dig it
Joe Dirt
Skol baby
That Paydirt
God's Army
Valhalla
Run to the house
Impala
We
the heat on deck, but in God we trust
And cant none of y'all, fuck wit us
But you can run up on the G but that's not thinking wisely
These pullas are
type shit
We goin' rock this shit right here
So dope beat to you know what I'm sayin'
We about to run through this
So yo check it out
Smooth you drop
Yes and maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
And the astro-dome
and she's on the run
That land is old
And it's haunted by a ghost in the chains of gold, blood chains
Babe, I want to cool you down for free
I want to do
Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!)
[Wyclef]
Jericho sound
No Woman No Cry (We 'bout to set it!)
Yes! Yes! (We 'bout to set it!)
alo fakoyo
(Won lo fakoyo won lo fakoyo)
Ye
O fun mi Casamigos high
Buddy dey rolling on dice
Cheese hold on tight
See my bed na king on size
Omo na
You better
His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking, make me king
As we move toward a New World Order
to fuss and fight
From right now 'til tomorrow night
So if you promise to love only me and be by my side
I'll let you slide
Without a doubt tonight
robbers
We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Fancy delicatessens, and the world's best
shawty you ain't gotta ask
Ye ain't seen king with a bitch if she ain't gotta ass
Man a nigga be about that game I ran that
If I throw over some ? she
possessed
You scared of violence so you gotta cut the check
We always styling so my niggas fresh to death
No need for wallets, ball that shit up in my fist
she said she's eating on the run but she ain't N.O.R.E
She said she's got a man but he ain't worried
But baby I'ma have to rob him like Horry
She
She's my baby girl and she relies on me
Loves me too much, won't hide from me
She knows it's shit, I've got too many flies on me
Got spies on me,
your problem?)
I check up, I check up, I check up on you like a doctor
We roll up, we smoke up, we roll up, we smoke up like rastas
And I keep you
(Ah yes)
(Check it out)
Well, looky here, looky here, ah what do we have?
Another pretty thing ready for me to grab
But little does she know
Triple see's, 305, be-O-E give us room
Whip the keys (twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)
Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest
Dade County,
yeah)
Stu in the Telly today (Woah) Fucking your bitch in the bay (Okay)
N**** I run up my checks When I run up my checks fly your bitch to LA (LA)
Baby
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