Lyrics:
the dark is out
I'm outside of the line
And I'm actin' a fool
Like a three o'clock bully
Waitin' after school
(Punks) I've been in
This line for hours
It's ninety-three degrees,
And the radio says a storm front's movin' in
Sure is hot
There's a double feature down at the Fox,
But everybody's
just grab 'I'm in the biscuits!
And doowutchyalike.
Now, red, white, black, tan, yellow, or brown,
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down,
thirty-six
Ha ha, only if she's 5'3
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
Here to tell you this
just grab 'I'm in the biscuits!
And doowutchyalike.
Now, red, white, black, tan, yellow, or brown,
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down,
busters 'til they die
Lord Forgive me
The Hennessy got me not knowin' how to act
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
Until my death
You walkin' with your
fucking up these commas
I'm turning into a phantom, going off the grid
RIP to who I used to be
Just know I'm ready to go
Two two three's loaded, you
I'm having them over
1, 2, 3 let's go!
Two against two
Check the outcome and it's done
Man I swear Wil's gonna wanna do a next tune
When I write and I
and I'ma bury ya
So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'
I fill a clip of my weapon and Punish niggas 'til it's Armageddon
Yeah, and you don't stop
catch up
Sipping on that syrup 'til I'm messed up like yes sir
So now I'm getting change, people looking at me strange
Like nigga switching lanes,
a shade of red
I avoid three grids cause of times like this
Now know full well that you
Don't give a shit
About the state that I'm in or
The risks that I'm
Infomercial ready on request
I'm ready on the left
Right discipline transaction
Is a grand wind mass spin
A grimace collapsed integrity?
Hue capped in
my weed and gun out
Blastin' 'til they run in the house while I got the blunt in my mouth
We in a rage bustin' rapidly like when I'm on stage
It
by
Keep on dancing tonight
'Til the sun fills the sky
'Cause we're feeling alright, alright
Carried up, we're flying high
In four, three, two,
they fans
On my neck, that's a whole lot of grams
I soon go to Cali, can't wait 'til I land
On my mama, I want this shit bad
So I'm in the studio,
on 'em
Sipping on a Pina Colada, 'til I feel like I'm on a teeter totter
Needa Peter Parker my city, we heat up on 'em
A lotta motherfuckers see me
your necklace on.
Is it overkill at every red light,
We’re kissing ‘til our drinks spill.
I’d go anywhere you asked me to.
I’d go anywhere just ask me
yea
1 2 3
Take off your clothes yea
And give it all to me
Good lord I can see on the cover
Of a magazine or my bed or whatever
I'm Mark Missile and I
I'm not your personal whore, that's not what I'm here for
And nothing good gonna come to ya til you do right by me
Brother you wait and see (Who you
away right there uh
Yeah with the red hair
It's so crazy I'm on her body
Like how did I let her get right by me
Who's that baddie walking right there
and tell a friend
She’s back again
I’m cashing cheques
Just got paid from my dividends
Stepped in the party rocking Armani
Ready for war colour shade
(Repeat 2x)
Now I'm twenty three and I remember the times when
We was chillin' like villains and didn't have no nines
Like when we used to mob
[Verse 1]
Geah, It's 187 cause I'm back on the block
Quick to shoot first wit the gat that stay cocked
It's real gangsta shit nigga, It's on lock
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