Lyrics:
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like I said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
And come up and do a walk by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
Nigga, how the fuck you became the fucking plug, never been a middleman
Nigga, how the fuck you win with it, rock with it, put a four inside my glass
They
This song isn't encouragement
Rather, it's a song disguised as a lesson of do's and do not's
I want to make sure that you do not travel down my road,
on, they want you.
Hook
Way, way, way, way up. Say a prayer coz I’m all blessed up, ey, one two, one two, everybody know I live nice and I’m sine metu.
lucky, seven)
(He kiss me in his six)
(We be making love in five) I see you
(Still the one I do this four)
(I'm trying to make us three)
(From that
when only darkness seemed to rule my intent
When confusion and heartbreak were my only two friends
And by the way, I told you this would be how it went
sharpen
Sharpen up
It's like a fuckin' tool
You on my fuckin' mind
I need to stop cursing
But baby you on my time zone
You should come and make a visit by
and some catch the vapors
Better . . . [Praise the Lord . . . Keep, keep the faith (4x)]
I say roll to the rock, rock to the roll
Whitey Ford brings
a
A Song
I know what else
I know what else
Can't even be wrong
And I'm so nervous around you it's crazy
I've done thought that we were gonna have a baby
But
What is with your mood when I want you and me to get high
I had my baby next to me at nine in the morning
I got nobody next to me at four in the morning
'll rock your world
The heat is on in the middle of the night
I'll be your shade if you'll be mine tonight
(Be mine, be mine)
Come a little closer girl
the beat, sweet sweet, got you bopping down the street
Shorts to short-sets, shorties for short sex
Forties, my forte: butter fill and four Becks
That
me, I wouldn't mind if you let me
Nah, fucked it up, I got nothin' for you, stuck in the moment
Four a.m. and you callin' me, I can tell you rollin
lucky as 4 leaf clover
I wanna speed up or should I move slower
I switch my flow up like I'm bipolar
If you leaving then I say "nice to know you"
This
Swamp plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, other dj's say "damn"
If rhyme was a drug, you know I'd sell it by the gram
know what's up
Hittin` my DM, baby I know you want sum`
And I played my part
Two, six, four like a dog I barked
I got girls, wanna` ride in my car
She do
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Shot, everything dead
Four more shots to the, huh, huh
Four more shots to the, huh, huh
Four more shots
places and wait
Patient to go crazy
I blatantly warned you, fatefully scorned
Vague description of my silhouette
Wouldn't make sense to the mind of a baby
Pull up and I'm flooding with a iced out watch
Whip, it look like butter, baby, pecan drop
Pecan drop, put that four in Sun Drop
Stack my knots, count
walking 'round the living dead
Cop stressed, need to vent, I'll put holes in his chest
WATCHOUT4JAKES, your whole precinct dead
We all ruled by these money
But luck's like that sometimes
(Don't you know I'm good for you girl)
I'll tell you something I can't stand
(Good for you baby! yeah)
You know I'm good
not by my side
My mind fills with jealousy
Sometimes I lose control
Don't know what's taking hold
of me
Can't be on my own
Whatever you do
Just don't
you get it got it
Wink wink
I been down and out I been up before I been down before
Tryna chase these dreams by all means that’s on everything
I been
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