Lyrics:
A bitch gon play inside her pussy, fore she ever play with P
All these court dates
Might lock in with K5 and shoot from 3
Could've folded when I heard that
what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave (microwave)
Suckas make
charge you "34" I might charge you "36"
Savage how we rocking in the projects trapping like a bitch
Early morning we smoke like Bob Marley watch ganja
lean in me belly to marinate the beans (yeah)
Ice on my neck, it keep my cool, but I'm still gettin' blown by a fan (blown)
Glock with a .30, it could
in my house, I stay confined
Undercover, bitch, it's you that I'm gon' find
And we gon' slide too
If he talkin', he gon' die too
A.R.P I will not
all together like Bobby Brown and Whitney
Yeah, we got something in common
They could search a nigga, but they never finding my bomb
And I got
Outlaw In This
No doubt,Death Row, Makaveli
You can call me daddy
I'll be ya daddy
Just like daddy
Foe the ladies
Come with me and the time
friends, I rarely seen em' since nine
And Rest In Peace to Tykee, he tatted on my sleeve
Rest In Peace to Uncle E, we miss you onna E
Some of this Shit still
twitty my twizzy
WE PULLING IT UP IN A JEEP
Verse,
(OHH) that bitch she look like a butterfly
Im smoking p by the pound
I told that bitch she better lie
Niggas wondering and talkin' about how I'm still winnin' (bitch)
Yes bitch, get off my dick, you niggas ride too many
I put my dick in her face, she
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
Radio, TV, and even the press
That was the meanin of V-A-P-O-R-S
The meanin' of this word without no doubt
Means nobody wanna be down when you're
cab, Bedford and Put-e-nam
There ain't no puss in 'em, dick, dildo or gush in 'em
Niggaz still got that juks in 'em
If he front then we stomp 'em
(Playmakers)
I beat the case, all this cash that I make (racks)
Pull up in Wraiths, had to chop off the main (uh)
Pull up in them horses (woo),
E-40]
It be her friends nigga that's who
It be your bitch friends nigga they be..
Nigga they be all up in your mix nigga
I don't even, ay nigga
paid when I speak,
This rap ting coming like Ted Talks,
No matter what weather man’s out,
Outsider, but you see me in central,
Put the P in PG 18, burn
I might put my friends on it
Look at my bitch, look at my wrist, look at my clique, you see we been ballin'
All in my phone, she said she been
got more bite
I whip that dope in the eighties
I beat that bitch like I'm Ike
No I'm not scared of you baby (na)
We can get down any night
bitch, goin' dumb, gloves in this bitch, with a gun
The opps up one, we up some, I'm still outside havin' fun
Hahaha, you niggas' bums (ah-ha)
Weird-ass
Whoop'n Big Family
This a Damu thang, we Match the Description
Still Slang'n and Bang'n, How Deep is Your Hood
Rizim in my Bloodstream, Time to Unite
watch me back hold you dear, every time, make the point
Let me do this light up a joint
Shit to talk about in the world
Pandemics and and cultural swirls
Yeah
Come on come on come on
We still in this
Alright
You know their ain't no party like a kottonmouth party
'cause a Kottonmouth Party don't
to an icicle
Pull off in that blue escalade, you still rockin' tricycles
Michael Myers mask on my face, copper filtered in
N-95 edition boy, I'm a virus killa
SILKK THE SHOCKER LYRICS
"I Ain't Takin No Shorts"
[Master P--Talking]
Told y'all
Y'all should of never let No Limit in this muthafucka
Cuz once we
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