Lyrics:
The Fat Bastard
Naughty By Nature and all the
Real thugs out there
(Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich)
Keep it comin’!
(Outlaw Immortal will never
So so
So so
Fuck a 9 to 5 i'm ballin' till i'm 85
Whenever i be off these drugs man i feel alive
You can keep the fame cause i don't fuck with
right foot, swingin' both from yo' fist
You better keep it movin' yo' weak ass might get hit
Kids don't count when you buck back too hard
Get ready
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
the bouncer for protection
Clef ain't the one for the testin
You better off steppin before I clay your section
Anyway
Back to the girls that keep it movin
Uno is for the money, deuce is for the show
Trey is for the video, what the fuck is fo'?
Fo' is for the hoes, and 5 to stay alive
That shoulda
You can meet him first
If you don't properly choose
Who you movin' wit'
Cops and robbers cowboys and Indians
Better choose a side cause you know
How we
(Let's get it started in here)
And the bass keeps runnin'
Runnin' and runnin', runnin'
And runnin', runnin' and runnin'
Runnin' and runnin', runnin'
and start to jot some
Always told myself that I would never be losin'
Man, I ain't have no hood, my mother was always movin' (damn)
From Detroit to Texas,
bang
Washed up, bang, bang, you
Know what's good, bang, bang
Who said Long Beach don't keep it hood?
Five minutes away
Say you can die today if you
lights low and they movin' slow
They windows way down, layin' down, what they shootin' fo'
T.I.P., the West side Warrior
So you should know that
call 'em out altogether
Rather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name
Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've
Hi rolla
Nobody stepping on me
Mix in my cola
Sweating Five hundred degrees
Found out I'm bipolar
Other side of me a g
That be my opponent
the window
And her baby starting to show
From five months ago
So keep driving, keep driving through the snow
I passed by my folks on side of the road, but
down
And I mapped it out and I got the bags
Flipped it like a burger but I cant work 9-5
That's a drag
Speaking by the heard word
No that's not true bro
this weight it's gon' keep me to the floor
Travel with me through my deep thoughts
Y'all can't learn Jigga by the shit y'all be readin' in The Source
Ahhhh!
A showdown, it's all the way live
Between The Sugarhill Gang and
The Furious Five
Take your partner by the hand
Get out'cha seat
We're gonna tickle
lace the beat that'll
Rock your block
I'm movin' on like Mya and Silkk
We don't mix like Henny and milk
I got the cover and grill
Now, everybody a thug,
by my side
Incase a nigga stalk
You ain't friends to me
You just a enemy
People keep on saying that I'm only into me
Pass needa wave
Five on my plate
intentions already taking yo place
Keep my head up and stand tall
If I stumble, then I'll fall
Will you pick me up at all?
Will you pick me up at all?
I'm
mention your name got to keep it in your brain
Your shordy bout to get stained by me love on the brain
All bitch's riding Marlys bike, Lil Yachty one night,
mention your name got to keep it in your brain
Your shordy bout to get stained by me love on the brain
All bitch's riding Marlys bike, Lil Yachty one night,
my niggas
In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas
I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas
I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big
I'll keep movin' on
Every mile that I take
I feel lighter inside
No more tears to cry
Just the road by my side
I'll sing my own song
Loud and clear
With
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