Lyrics:
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
Hit it!
I wanna rock right now
I'm Rob Base and I came to get down
I'm
and throw parties (throw parties)
Money comin' too fast, I can't slow it (I can't slow it)
Feel like I'm runnin' from my past, I can't slow it down
So many
the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel without a pause
I never had a good Christmas
So who is Santa Claus
I walk the streets at night with my head down
In this lil
riddin' in a Maybach commissioned by Virgil
I threw bait at the bitch and she bit it like a turtle (bit)
I can't fuck her raw 'cause her pussy too fertile
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
Uh, yeah, c'mon, Black Rob
Where Black Rob at?
PD world tourer, Harlem horror
We back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all
Thought we was gonna stay away for
pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadriplegics out
Doobiest
Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?
Man, fuck that, hit that shit raw dog, then bail
(Here I lay)
Man, it feels good to be home
Meet
[Snoop Dogg]
Eastside
Yeah
Fell good we got homeboyz out there that look out for
That's on the real
I mean the real homeboy it's hard to come by
and Hamm'
Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah
I
Doobiest
Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?
Man, fuck that, hit that shit raw dog, then bail
(Here I lay)
Man, it feels good to be home
Meet
'cause she was too crazy
Moncler jacket, a letterman (letterman)
I gotta keep a Beretta, man (Beretta, man)
She screamin' and scratchin' and yellin',
Man, look at you, been walking in here
Looking all pretty and angry and mean and good (haha)
Now I know you didn't get your hair done
So you could
we do it
Freak bitch to swallow cum like fluid
Who it be? Through his feet, Dubbs
Ain't nothin' sweet cause I can't keep trust
Lil' nigga, worth
Look, where I go from here?
Just lost my father last year
But I still, remain to keep it real like dollar bills
I drop tears, can't believe my
they ought ta good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
By another little boy and this is what he said:
"Me & you tonight are gonna make some cash,
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
Ayo, Tical?
What up, fam?
You know Bus-a-Bus had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God
Good too see you too, God
Let's take the streets
way down to the carpet
Look good on the manniquin
But wait until I rock it
I got'cha lookin' at me
Wanna pat me like the police
The F-D-N and Y
train
After the lights go down
I live out in the woods now
It helps me keep my feet on the ground
Life's been good to me so far
Hope it's been kind
(Lil Wayne talking)
Fuck, Man I been on this block all day
Hot ??? my shirt, Hot
Boy that look like Baby
That ain't Baby
That is that nigga
somethin'
Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?
Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh?
Bitch, this is fame, not clout
I don't even know what
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