Lyrics:
call me crazy, people call me sneak
Just because I'm nasty, they call me a freak, hehe
I am coming over, to your house tonight
I promise to you baby,
yeah
Nine hundred and one
Kingpin
Thats me
Mane
I get high
I get by
No Matter
What
Everybody
Just
Live
Free
Yourself
Free
Your mind
Let go
Shake it
Off
by, I’m an old man too
I’m a eat some more bacon
I got nothing to lose
I was hoping, ya’ll would stop me
I was choking
Episode, the rating’s are blowing
Royalty
It's like broke, it's like dope, it's like they're all so stupid hot it's like
You can't afford a heart, keep it wild and keep it hard
And max out
of hit's
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly when girls stop by
For the summer for the summer
I like girls that wear Abercrombie & Fitch
I'd take
DJ Quik
Why you keep givin me cards I can't keep?
I throw these two back, you throw me two more, they're so cheap
I couldn't get the winning hand
laid face down on the concrete
Cuz a cop said you fit the descript
Ever got pulled over in a nice Hood
They gripped up cuz they feel
Like you a threat
I'm gonna do to this joint
I ain't want to but they made me
About to get ugly, the bar barbarian!
Check it man, I ball out like a naked man
Yes your
about a white boy gettin' the fame
They dug out the foundation
Now let me give a demonstration
Say you got a dope group from the hood
Talkin' mad shit
Dusting dust while
Moving motionless
I'm covering ground they
Cheering for me now wow
Used to skirt around
You throwing salt inside the wound
You want
pass by
And I don't know where they go
Nobody in sight
But I feel like I belong
I'm not one to fight it
But I'm not one to roll over
Days they pass me by
of the system
(Peek a boo)
Now she's play a game by her own rules
(Peek a boo)
The peak a boo game
[Verse 1]
Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
Pick up
As we were dressing to go out
Our little girl and boy
Came in and asked if they could go this time
We told them little girls and
Boys don't belong
mouth runnin'
Ain't this a bitch
They got me twisted in this game
The Feds and the punk police
Pointin' pistols at my brain
I wonder if I'm wrong 'cause
a stick
Mentally stuck as a wild lil nigga
Recoup what I had with a promise
I was fulfilled but I'm done with
The fillers tell me what happens
When I'm by
your brains all the fuck out
All over your shirt
Since a youngin' I was buck wild
All up in the dirt
Ma screaming "Get the fuck out!"
No phil I was
tinted
These fake rappers gettin by with
These hell of a gimmicks
They act like it's all love
Only love is your money
So when it's over, are you a thug
okkkkkk
(Good), the jewels look, (good), the girls look
(Good), they all from around the wayyyyy
(Good), hey there, (good), look at you
(Good), me, I'm
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I
Look out man alive
Fifty-five miles an hour they want us to go on this Interstate
And you go fifty-five and you get run over by a truck so what do you
the bro code
Feans on my line got me serving by the boat
Load but we won't speak on shit they don't know
Rollie on my wrist, I could barely tell the time
grabs Yolandi's arm
'Nother rat pull a GAT, but it didn't go blaow
Motherfucker ratty's only pull a GAT now
Yolandi starts to fucking kick and make me
home by the weekend
Designer bitch
She'll nail any nigga she can
Need flowers? Put them over the deep-end
Hear me through the day
Demon nights for when
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