Lyrics:
coming in live
Some of you niggas had me
Knock shit down for nine-five
I told you last year that I
Burned you in a flame now this year
I'm wreckin average
to her thong and shit
Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go
Hold on let me hit the blunt
So go, so go this is the, this is the, this is
thinkin', Jigga let's get this motherfucking cash nigga
Well if it's a money thing let's get this motherfucking money man
And then I said to Jigga, let's get
in, let's get wavy
Pour some sugar, 1980s
Pull me closer, drive me crazy
Wanna do this on the daily
Lost all track of time
Little piece of paradise
I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggas won't trip
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggas gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'
"Back, front back,
your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight
Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T
Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet
This is
Okay, check this out, man, let me tell you a story
About doing a fucking favor for a friend, right
We get in the car, I start driving
He want me
Dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin'
Yo, you and you, you and you and you
All of y'all invited to come kick it with my crew
I get you all excited if I
So you know you got to go when tech n9ne give you this track
So I call on krizz, rittz and prozak, let's go!
(here we go again! haha! hey tech,
Let me hear the chocolate ladies say
Aye Yo!
(Aye Yo)
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay yay
Ay yo!
(Aye yo oh)
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay [echo]
This is
(yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo)
Man, cats don't know (know) what it's gon' be (be)
Messin' with a dog like me (me)
D to the M to the X (X)
Last I
somebody's lickin' shots off
Yo, it's Friday night, came to this bitch right
Big ass on my left hand, Desert Eagle in my right
I ain't come in this bitch
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
Uh, your bad self
Help me break this down from off the shelf
Here's a music servin' you so use it
Papa's got a brand new funk
Get down (party for
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
You need to get if he don't wanna
Love you the right way he ain't gonna
It ain't where he's at its where he
Where he wanna be
(Huh huh oh)
swerve. Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask
And shells, to put in this 12 gauge sawed off, get em' all off, nigga yo'
Loss, take it all off, got
I'm in it
(Well you need to fight for your own)
That's right I'm in it
(Then don't let me at your table)
I'm in it
(If you just gonna lay there)
(Words & music by Fred Wise - Dick Manning )
This was gonna be the night tonight
I was gonna get to hold you tight
But I guess we didn't plan it
a campus
Le Tigre, son you're too eager
You ain't having it, good me either
Let's get together and make this whole world believe us, huh
At my
got our toes out, too
Call me when you get lost
I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot
Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurt
Find us,
, do what you must
And inch by inch we get closer and closer
To every little part of each other, ooh, baby, so
Let the music take your mind
Just
help from D12 to beat up two females
In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
Slim Anus? You damn right, slim anus
I don't get fucked in
that clever, never
And what could I say?
I knew that it would go this way
Of course you blamed it on fate (fate)
I couldn't let it just escape
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