Lyrics:
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
ain't do it for fame
Boy, you know it's just (me)
By my goddamn self, all alone I don't need no help
One army, it's just (me)
I gotta get it and go, I
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
name to cheater
I don't like it when you call me big poppa
From south central and I hate helicopters
If we at school I'll break in your locker
See me
(yup)
Four-one P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's, want half's nigga, don't call me
Don't insult me (boy), wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this
the wind I never blew it
(They say!)
I swayed but kept in my lane
They call me fleetwood mac
I'm a mac with a mac with a fleet
Still getting royalties
a stick
Like ya boy Sidney Crosby
Smoke a lot of bud
From my dog
Yeah, Tommy
Going all in
I don't know who can stop me
I be up in fleetwood
You know where
I can't believe this these boys is playin' with me
I'm bout ta freeze this I keep that K with me
A nigga done played it raw thinkin' I'm a hit
I am batman but you can call me Bob
And when I see the boy wonder I say yo rob
I used to wear a cape and do the leotard bit
But now I wear all
hay
You bitches wanna throw me
Up in Pelican's Bay
Call me an animal up in the system
But who's the animal that built this prison?
Who's the animal that
That boy's hot enough to melt hell, burn Satan too
Fry his ass and put his ashes back together with glue
So you can hate him, he don't blame you,
Matter of fact, he'll be here in a minute, baby
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don't you
don't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats?
My boy my boy my boy Ice Cube
Yo we got my homeboy Eazy E in de house
Won't you tell 'em what your name
ain't fucking, she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
By the spare, she hungry, I'll feed her fries
'Cause
I don't know what went wrong
I couldn't understand
You grew up much too fast for me,
I wish it was before, like back when you were four
I had you
How you doing, young lady?
The feeling that you're giving really drives me crazy
You don't have a player 'bout to choke
I was at a loss of words
what we do
Panamera Porsche's me and you
Stuck to your side li, li, like glue
Be by your side boy, whatever your goin' through
We were high (til when
fifty-eleven girls
Posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill
Brooklyn brim with my eyes sittin' low
Every boy in here with me got that smoke
And every
's I'll get you more,
But you have gotta pay me by the hour".
Anyways you are just another bore
Who believes he's a superpower.
When you talk about
All hail to the N9NE!!
You punks thought it was over for me?
I should prevail a institution
All of the high exalted punks
TechN9neee!
Move
proud of what I am
Young Money is an army, bitch I'm Uncle Sam
Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune
I left the bullshit in the waiting room
And this city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can't close my eyes
Don't control what
want to fuck her friends
See you baby before I lend it to you baby
I don't call, when I call give it to me baby
Three or four way, I'mma sin for my
had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans
So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call
For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804
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