Lyrics:
And there's no way that I'm letting anyone interfere
This is how we do getting it on in the venue
Can you check my microphone 1 2
Can you give it up now
Hello gorgeous
Let's check out how you look today
Short and stubby, and, my gosh
Look how much you weigh
You're pinkish red, got this
Thing on your
outdoors, force 'em to hear the message, air 'em out
Heard some people discussing my whereabouts
Yeah, it's been a few sightings of me, a fair amount
Never
"Can you get it up?" i clarified
"The only thing that I ain't give is a fuck"
I'm dominated by approachable style
It's in my nature and while plenty
[Verse 1]
Somebody tell me who's that, what's that
It's the man with the silk drawers stuck up his buttcrack
Don't even front and try to ask who
to sort
To make a long story short
Ran into this girl named Carla
Knew her from the back seat of my homie's Impala
She said what's up yeah what's
to sort
To make a long story short
Ran into this girl named Carla
Knew her from the back seat of my homie's Impala
She said what's up yeah what's
been around Japan
It's electronic, calls me Viktor
High on the scales, off the Richter
The media say I'm mature, check me out on Wikipedia
Coach them
there she lay spleeping upon the bed
Half covered by fantastic silks
Her breast I see, moves with her dreams
A sight I will always recall
A single
and sleep young one
Re-born a man, awakened by the sun
Trapped in the past 'til the battle's won
This story has just begun
John you'll travel back in time
how these fools die (Die die)
Waitin' on school by (By by)
Have you on the news by (By)
Y'all know how the story goes
We give a fuck about award
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
Girl, recognize me as my own
Honour the way I'm kissed by the sun
Girl, recognize me as my own
Honour the way I'm kissed by the sun
Tell me your
Check this out.
[Snoop Dogg]
Welcome to the house the D O double G built
We got honey cream silk and milk
We make that big bank
on the graveyard
Napalm, slinging on the tracks 'til the weights gone
Flow so dirty and unique, call it Ason
Don status, my fabric is that of silk and linen
I
Since I've been here for a little stay
I see Rozetta day by day
She turns my head makes me cough
I want to tear my collar off
And I, I just can't
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
she's breakin herself, makin herself
Respect my technique of pimpin, minus all simpin
Check it bitches, it ain't nothin nice
You're gonna seal or sell
while
To all of you from my crew who been waitin so long, this
track caps off at that official Naughty bomb shit
The Ill-town party rhyme
renaissance
And I know that my debutantes
Been keeping the legacy going
By flowing so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reaping
What we been
pretend to be
Charge 'em with a penalty, mistaken identity
Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me
Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy
Mistaken
said my friends are boring
You said my house is small
You like it fifty stories high
You like livin' tall
You hate the L.A. freeways
You hate
It ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell, I excel then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death,
hip?
If you dis a sis' then you ain't actin' hip
Check doodle, silk and butter cause we be black and hip
Silky like jazz silky beats to move the hip
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