Lyrics:
At ease
I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier
Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank
Money, power, respect, leadership,
at a price yeah, yeah
And I don't wanna roll the dice on my life yeah
I'm saying Jesus is the Christ yeah
He saves me when I'm in a crisis
Tell me where
Mr. Leave-A-Nigga-On-His-Back
Throw shots, pass off, get low from the scene (grrah)
Lil' Ddot gon' turn on his beam (grrah-grrah)
Don't forget that
You don't know who you fucking with
Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I
on lookin' from left to right
Girl, come a bit closer, look in my eyes
Searching is so wrong, I'm Mr. Right
You seem like the type to love 'em and leave
Call it Pac's revenge
I'm a motherfuckin' animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
this what royalty is like
If you sticking by the King, I'll make your dreams all come to life
Dazzle you with many diamonds, we'll be shinin in the light
mind on that
I got my mind on this lil' bitch, that’s why
I got clear vision like a Nikon lens
Bet on me bring the dice on in
No telling when the life
Yah, DBC (Ya tu sabes quién)
Qué pasó?
Andamos con VIDSO (wasup dawg?)
Alright, I'm dripping too hard
Dripping too hard like lil baby
Living in
and let his bitch drive it
I'm talkin' violation
My lil' niggas out here robbin' niggas for
The love of ballin' like Sanaa Lathan
And they some cold hearted
you’re the one
(Quién dice?)
Fuck it you’re not the one
(Quién dice?)
You’re just another one
(Quién dice?)
If you didn’t take it
You cannot break it
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I
bitch, you just a lil skeezer
Mr. Switch up the bitch, nice to meet ya
I'll switch up the bitch if I peep some
Yeah, my views going up full of creepers
We
Yeah
500
Nigga get yo cheese up
She ain't never seen no nigga like me, I made her freeze up
We know you not tough lil' boy, you need to ease up
Yeah,
momma
Just I got a lil deeper with
I got a lil deeper with
Let me see
Your mind is vile and sick
Your mind is vile
You became divine
And the hell breaks
'm poppin now (Poppin' now)
I'm Lil Boosie wipe me down (Wipe me down)
Give a fuck bout what they talking bout (Talking bout)
My auntie stay by Waffle House
and bought a new car (New car)
Her pussy get wet like a fruit bar
Big real lil nigga who you are (Who you are)
If you get too close you get smacked though
I
all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call me
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
That go for each and everyone of you
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