Lyrics:
to get my roll on
On a Jesus songs on, make them bitches get low
I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four
Hey, come up in my hood, bet them
kicked up dust
you remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our rings
you beat his ass then you spit in his face
i remember on the set
Whatchu mean, I thought you left that cat which was true
I'm not talkin about him, another dude
Been wit him for a year and had a baby by him (word?)
Sehfuu
Its all good sehfuu
Wazzup man
Yo
Ain't no brakes on my ride
Foot on the gas
On my way down nine five
Set it off
With a little jack
dealers
Shout out all the scammers
Shout out all the pimpers nigga
Shout out all the robbers and I shout out all the jack boys I ...
Shout out all
I'm diss' appointed livid with niggas like I'm a critic
I squat and wipe my ass with you niggas cause I just shitted
Jack get em off the crack you
and have a KitKat
Yamas to the girls tonight now get a shot and drink that
Mixing it up, getting grimy and greasy
Beats cooked up by my boy sleazy
When I
For she's been humped by every chump
From Jack Lane's Way to Broomfield Bay
She's got saggy tits, breeding hips
And a fire down below
You'll grow
ASS YELLA BOY
Oooooh he wants some? Ain't that cold?
YOUS A HOE MYSTIKAL
YOUS A HOE MYSTIKAL
See I'm from the 3 and I don't give a fuck
And I know you
Rollin', pockets on Bruce Bruce by Louken
Coming from colors like fruit loops remove goose
Hoes right behind me in 2 groups they too loose
Balling
want to come to me now
I'm by myself, ridin' solo with that yok in my lap
In this town you got niggas that jack for shit and get snapped
You can tell
your number? What's your type?
Face, about, face it now
Face her in the mirror
Watch that ass go, that ass go
What you let go of that ass fo'
That ass
with some bullshit
There's no limit to what can happen
As the peace barrier has
Been broken by ignorance
People find themselves impaled in
Hell and it's
the news says to me
I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my life expectancy
At any minute I could be in some shit that kills my skinny ass
From
of the bark, and beware of the bite
Spark off on the mic, champion MC
I'm hittin' harder than Jack Dempsey on sensei
So if they step into my ring (I what?)
I
they say
Wow
Look out
You can chuck that whore, if you don't wanna fuck no more
But you better watch out Jack, cause that ass is comin' back
If
Back to bitching, back been itching, caught and dropped a few, I'm loudest
Satisfiction, ass been ditching class and coughing too, I'm out it
Jack been
with this boy his neck is snapped
You better run from the police cuz they’ve got your ass
Waiting by the yard your fine
Children’s guns they fire by
And toke this, I ain't lyin'
Trying to knock me off, keep tryin'
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack, New
niggas Rich and them
Doing they thing on 35th? Damn, it's a small hood
And it's all wood, so let me get that number, I get up, aight
Hit you on the jack
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day
the weed in the middle
All you broke ass hoes, come and play with me fiddle
Hickery dickery dock, the mouse ran up the clock
If ya fuckin' with my spliff,
would insist that we cannot
Be happy until we are pissed off our ass!
Day by day they take our freedom
Who the hell gives them the right?
Hold your
that you see is probably styled by me
I'm rockin OG's, with the Nike Air, slightly rare
Fluffy OZ's of the Jack Herer [?]
Listen here, we outta there,
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