Lyrics:
ain't talking pencil (Pencil)
Drop the window let it beat like an instrumental(Grtt)
Know a couple a couple niggas who get the hands out
I just had to get
sell
Too $hort said fools, get in where ya fit in
That's why I'm a swamp nigga out there tryin to pay the rent
Chorus
P: swamp nigga, ha, ha. we
Smell me on this one, check it out
Hit up for 5, and hold it for 10, I`m true lung
Let`s see who got the most wind, get em sprung
Make em want to come
how mad those bastard's get
When I kill 'em, I'ma say it was accident-all
Unlike what I do to instrumentals
Swinging like a nigga who just went
schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and went by the set
I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
Kickin
lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga
You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D.
From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G.
M.O.P., and X
out and called up the homeboy Snoop (What happenin' nephew?)
Oh, nothin' just called, lookin' for some women who can fondle my balls
(Well you hit
to the gutta
But ya all get flamed
Chorus x2: damion
My dogz gon' stop
Ya'll dogz gon' drop
Then we gon'
Shut'em down open up shop
First we had'em like
pimping these hoes
A P-IM-P is all I modify
And niggas wanna try
But they don't even qualify
To even get close, to a nigga named Trae
When I pull out
this all-day bitch
I been on the same shit
Man, I ain’t changed I’m the same dick
Boy I get hot when the flame hit
Ten years later now I’m back with some
Pull akickdoe (boom), breakin niggas off
Shit get shady when decks em with the sawed off
[Master P]
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's
in May
I thought of this song with a Bomb by the Bay
Young nigga turnt that’s just all I can say
Get the fuck out my face
I get to the chips like
top ten with the skylight
I came up from the bottom
Where there was nothing but problems
OG said get em', We got em'
You had it, we didn't, we robbed
squeezin' for
I get searched and let 'em feel my gun
They know P not shootin' unless you force him
And they know Hav' won't get you, unless you make that
ya, ways to blaze your brain and train ya
The way I'm living, forgiven, what I'm giving up
X on the flex, hit me now, I don't know about later
As for
ya, ways to blaze your brain and train ya
The way I'm living, forgiven, what I'm giving up
X on the flex, hit me now, I don't know about later
As for
clowns, what's the shit about?
They used to doubt now they see us sprout and I'm out
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed
flight like a kite
When the wind blows
Creepin in my Timbo's
Most, hoe's know, I'm out to get the loot
Fuck being your boyfriend girl I want to hit
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
tha p now
See now tha road get shaky but you can't break
Watch out for them hoodrats, snakes
'Cause E told me a little story that left me kinda hurt
International you local, Bacardi mix physically fix
Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff
Probably thick, Son I solved em
Pulled him in my world
and he back already
Got that sack already, man we got them racks already
As far as your girl, I hit it from the back already
I tried to get a tan, but I'm
[Master P and Layzie Bone talking]
Yo Layzie?
What's up man?
Check this out, me and my boy ridin' dirty from New Orleans, right?
Right.
When
by the way
She a dime by the way
I'm been staying out the way and getting to it look
And getting to it
Yeah
It's been a long time coming
Three
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