Lyrics:
Now I'm in the spotlight about to rock all night
Shot of tequila than a hot mamacita
Who said she know to swallow but not margaritas
Body on point so I
mix and match
My hat by elevate
This girl i got attached
Ignoring all the hate
I'm Talking only facts
I been pushing myself
To get what I want
And if
someone to life, someone I've never seen
You know what I mean, you know exactly what I mean
I'll take the Scarface Pacino and the Godfather Brando
Mix
You know we had to do a remix, right? (Yessir)
Hood anthem, let's go
Gettin', gettin', gettin' (Xcel)
Gettin', gettin', gettin'
I was gettin'
Get thrown in the mix
And get tossed outta bars
Zip to Tijuana
I wanna roam
Find Motown, tell them fools to come back home
Start an escort
I dont do fuck shit
Just know im lit
All by myself
If you were here
I wont be myself
Got to impress
Just to undress
All of your feelings
on and on and on
But everyday I hear the same songs
Radio, radio, who are you I wanna know
Tell me how to make it big
I tune in everyday you know
That's just how
'Cause everything he like is with me
I wanna call you so bad
And tell you he's sick of you, girl
What you put him through
Do you expect to mistreat
'Cause everything he like is with me
I wanna call you so bad
And tell you he's sick of you, girl
What you put him through
Do you expect to mistreat
I'm in three 6, the most known unknown
As long as they know we the ones when we come home
I love how you know they the locals by the love they show
But he's talking about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
to know it
What everybody wanna see, yeah
This go out for 92.3
And 106
All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit
Makin' my shit sells katruple
the thugs gone)
They wanna see the thugs gone
(while my T-H-U-G music plays on, plays on)
It won't stop, thug music plays on (plays on)
I wanna holla,
Yeah
Mmmmm-hm
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Back in my city, I'm ready for 'em
That ain't my killy, I barely know him
Pack up the Fiddy,
Bring me some sanity bring me my juice no ocean spray with the mix but it's cool Bring in them pills I need them by the 2's don't hit me up I ain't
a different universe
My voice cuts through the mix, it's done by design
Compression hitting hard, so I can dig into your mind
These tracks are for one race,
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
luxury
Honeybun I put my shit in a duffle
Mix it up I got the percs for the trouble
Double my trouble I'm geeked my cup
Xanny for breakfast I'm geekin by
on the radio it takes me (It takes me home)
Some like me
Some hate me
Some think I'm strange
Some say I'm strange cause I just wanna hear that song one more time
clones was born
Yo I know that's corny, no, speaking of corn
Aye yo, fellas wait
Yo Em you three should go celebrate
And what better place to take you
made me everything I was
Ain't wanna be like this but ain't have no other choice
I-I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I
I know how it feel when people say
signin
They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle
Recourse of bluff game's your muscle
I'm back in the game now, copped me
rep the west/
All up in the mix/
I got these bitches on my d**k/
Tryna make a flip /
My lifes a film so get a flick/
Bout to get it in so u know that
up
What y'all talking about let me into the mix
I wanna see how bad all this shit is
So I can take it all to clown y'all without any fucks to give
Ok
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