Lyrics:
Quarter milli' worth of jewelry that two chains by my wrist
That old school was lookin' silly, threw some thangs on that bitch
Paint wet, Migo did it,
the A, this my safe haven
Deep down inside dawg a fan, he just fake hatin'
Already said we gettin' paid, ain't no vacations
When we headed
Shoutout to the Wutang, DJ turn me
Up a lil bit homie
Yea oh ya'll done figure out who
It is by now right? haha
It's me young buck bitches what it do
keep me on ice i rotated with niggas
But we right in the side
You play me by yourself, not takin' no advice
They told you I was it but
You ain't see
the ocean
Put your hands on me and your hands gettin' broken
When I hit the scene it's like a goddamn explosion
Find me out surrounded by some shooters
people said my voice would be heard by the masses
A dust head nicca from jerz
I wouldn't grasp it
Questions you can ask it
Team'd up with tha classix
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Sorry but I'm real busy mayne
Grindin, I'm in the streets gettin change
You can leave a message after the tone (tone, tone,
Dependin' on the weather, or whether or not I bust you with these lyrics
The rhythm is imbedded in the bass drum, can you feel it?
Nod your head so I
we'll make it through all this barely gettin' by
I'm taking out my woman and we're dancing barefoot tonight
Quittin' time's on my mind
But her kind
And ate by Mr haley litter Life is the gang
It's that shit that we bang
Let's play an Odd game, it's called "Bitch
You Better Run" (Awoo)
When those Odd
as a kid
Lotta shit changed since then, seen real nigga do fake
Seen phony niggas gettin' bread, put some on the books from the crooks and the county
You
was the funniest thing
as I started to remember some of the funniest things
see there was ashley,
she caught my eye the very second that she passed
head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a nigga
to chef
Gettin' head in a foreign, gotta steer with the left
Met this forty off with my right, package be here by the morning
We ordered that shit
it like a freak should
Bend me over ass clappin' 'cause the head good
You know he all up on my body like a killa
Now we gettin' nasty in private
to a block
Peoples was lookin wild rough
And I seen shorty with the mouth by DT's with handcuff
And gettin closer to her gate I figured that he wasn't bluffin'
trippy, I stay live
All this purple in my cup, match them grape 5's
I'm so high, I got three bitches that go bi
I'm so fly, I'm gettin' head like
[Chorus: Tec-9]
Little miss hot pants runnin the streets
Tryin to come up on a couple of G's
Infatuated by the Bling Bling
Such a shame to see
five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum
Be like "oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?"
Whichever one
fuck niggas sayin'
A truck pull up to the plane where we land
I drop some bands they pull up to where you lay your head
And blow that bitch out like
scopin now, Ho I need to get my dick sucked
I been ridin all day and now some hookers gettin fucked
I seen a bitch upon the stage and she was packin huge
shit for fun
Bein the dopest on my block made me ranked number one
No gun, just a pen and notebook paper by the sheet
In the crib, gettin funky off
[Intro/Outro: repeat 2X ]
Foul cats scheamin up the setup
Tryin to leave me and my cream wet up
Two in the head leaded up
Call
And yeah I heard your story your fuckin' niggas bore me
On how you goin' out in the blaze of glory
You ask Joe you sad as John Doe
You can fool some heads
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