Lyrics:
Uh, uh, uh, uhhh, uh, uh, uh, uhhh
Sex is what I'm talkin 'bout
Sex is what I'm talkin 'bout
Ahhh
I'm not gonna hold on, no
I ain't talkin 'bout
Passin' around the weed, no problems at all
And you haters keep on hatin', I ain't talkin' to y'all
Got no problems, my weed lit, got nowhere to go
So
By: peter mayer and roger guth
Woke up just the other day
Fell out of bed and my dog ran away
Car won't start and the weather was cold and gray
I
'cause we ain't no punks
Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts
With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin
Thinkin they got it crankin,
forver and that's real
Ain't no stoppin we ain't coppin no pleas
We spit game for all the real G's
Feel up the they love to have it
They love to take it
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
Cali? No doubt, baby
West, West, y'all, pile it on your plate
A little somethin' somethin' from the Golden State
Nah, we ain't like Kobe and Shaq
It's
My arm comes out my car, my window down
Like I'm tryna borrow some Grey Poupon
First these bitches love it, then they hate it
Then they hate
who ya are
So live your life (hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You steady chasin' that paper, just live your life
(Oh, ayy ayy ayy)
Ain't got no time for no
hollering "Grey" ain't much else I gotta say (Grey, Grey, Grey)
I made the gang and I made the way, and I made the wave and it's here to stay
Yeah, fakin'
Yeah, it could be a gray day
If you're lonely
A little rain suddenly turns heavy
But a whole lot of love can make the clouds go away
Maybe the time
by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my
I'm all in with these new flows
New flows, got new flows, rap is stress but it pays great
Pimp flows 'n Screw flows, my shit be sounding like grey
that's just for us
Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
love me, get loose
No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose
Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose
Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose
Hold
no angel
But I learned right from wrong
Thanks to mamma and a hickory
And a love so strong
Yes she taught the rule
That life is lived by
I ain't
it's a free throw
Long time mi love you, designed by heat and struggle
With poem rhymes, I bubble, I grind these motherfuckers
They never seen nothin'
asylum in the countries that you fly me
And carry all of your guilt in designers bags that you buy me, David
I ain't askin' you to be someone you wasn't
cartoons
I just hope she know I love her
The world's best mother
Yeah it ain't fair
So I'ma take care of her and her gray hair
When I get rich, I'll
real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime
the kitty purs
All my niggas caked up, sellin' gray and beige dust
Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up
We don't chase and duck, we only
that's just for us
Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
I over shine, ain't no niggas over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til we're Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch
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