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My cup full blowin' on that good weed,
My bitch bad tryna get her tipsy,
In all black haters better miss me,
My bitch ride better then most
Somethin' like a bad habit, we ain't have it, we gon' take it
Came up off a fifty slab, now my bag big as yappers
Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
Something fly, white limousine
Make a clean getaway
I loved your clothes when you walked on by
The way you let it out
She's 'bout to go in
She likes that low
G'yeah, G'yeah, G'yeah
G'yeah i'm still screaming out fuck it
Big burner on me, shit no need to tuck it
Never been the bitch be the
First one to dump it
(for a night)
And when I pull up, man, the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
You live like a movie but a movie my life
Tell him that your daddy was a real baller
He was blowin' money by the seasons
Let him know you good, left a couple mil and a whip for you
Big burner
money by the hour
Red (red), power deh yah, green (green), shower deh yah
Dem green with envy when me roll di purple skunk
Inna di black Beamer, white
black, white, Latin, Asian, whatever
We all go through pain
When you can't think, use your soul baby
Preliminary discussions is over with, the verdict
(for a night)
And when I pull up, man, the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
You live like a movie but a movie my life
a sandwich with Welch's and belch
They say this spray butter's bad for my health, but
I think this poor white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Fred
Whipping up some work
Phone going off, trap going berserk
Hit the road cause a nigga need to earn
Big back, she make it whine and twerk
Hit it
to sky dive
The world is yours there's rules you abide by
Ride with the fly guy on I 9 5
They said a nigga returned but I never left
I told Big L
Todd, a big fan"
I wiped, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him, "Todd, you're the shi-" when's all of this crap end?
Can't pump my
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool
Male or female you want to be set
In the big mansion
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
city
Streetlights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say "Yeah, Yeah,
doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'
I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac bitch, and got ruined
So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that Juicy vid
That's how we know money ain't you
Bitch, I been had, bitches been bad
We buy big boats, bitch, I'm Sinbad
Downright sinful, bitch, we been full
All my
or kill by their own brothers
White Cops got all the rights
But they never use them right
They kill black men in plain sight
At the same rate that plane fly
the favorite tunes
And back by the bar playing cards looking hard
Was big bad Solomon Jones
And watching over his luck
Was the love of his life
Is the lady that
When will you open up your eyes
By the time it's almost over you...
Get up, get up, fight!
Announcing the birth of the new world order as pronounced
Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteeing
New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
When he died, niggas shouted out "Tha-thank you, Jesus"
As easily
I'm a big kid
In a brutal world
When saying i dont know
You´re now unreliable
Dat dat dat dada
DDdadataadaa
Now you´re too young
No you´re too
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