Lyrics:
piping on the cheesecake seats
I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots
With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops
[Paul Cain]
I'm
piping on the cheesecake seats
I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots
With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops
[Paul Cain]
I'm
We always roll down, no doubt
At the funky side of ten spots
Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out
Pretenders bent out and ready to do my
the jackpot (trap)
Remember my room wasn't no bigger than a matchbox (damn)
I used to watch my cousin scrape the crackpot (skrt)
Ay, I'ma always get money,
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]
Hmmm...yes sirrrrrr
Rock and roll, man roll and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks
I got smoke to buy, coke for
Yeah, ladies and gentleman
Broadcasting live to you and yours
It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bouncin', come on
The first day of the rest
And if you movin weight
Treat yo'self to an uzi
The first hit for free (damn)
But the next time you see me
You betta have twenty G
5.
want some lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twenty twin twins, yeah, yeah
Red light, green light, red light
Green
that I'm just getting by
can't, go on like this
Knowing that I'm just getting by
When I wake up around 10 in the morning
Feeling crazy, feeling
Yeah, ladies and gentleman
Broadcasting live to you and yours
It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bouncin', come on
The first day of the rest
strong (yeah)
Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police(where)
Sweatin' dogs as I'm runnin' cross 12th Street
Just as I approach the block
I spot
a nigga, I see a black Einstein
A diamond in the rough, he's remidin' me as tough
Young girls takin' X, she's blinded by the stuff
Oh my God, where did we
s and ones, 20s and ones
Bossed up, cost what? Throw it for fun
20s and ones, 20s and ones
Flossed up, sauced up, we going dumb
Ay
He a ten, but he know he
piping on the cheesecake seats
I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots
With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops
[Paul Cain]
I'm
on ice
Live from Los Angeles, it's Saturday night
While others staty tight we're looking for some parties to crash
I never bounce, rock and splash without
I'm in my twenties with this flame that's a matchbox
And It's the same if you ask Rak
Cuz where I'm at I got the frame by a glass box
These doobies
the promoter?
Thank you
Did you get the money from the promoter?
That's right
Give it up for Roxanne Shanté
Live on stage
Come on, give it up one more
your door
All praise go to the most high
All fades turn into a drive-by
Part ways from the streets
After fucking with police guaranteed
Last nigga did
Watch the crowd burst from lyrics that I say
To make the brothers get ill, and by the way Dukes
If that's your girl in the corner stay up on her
your family will die for twenty grand
Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a Cuban
You damn right I know they mad, 'cause half of em' losing
I slip
it)
No-no, no regrets, ah
Say hi to the bad guy, say ahhh to the champagne
Got a call from my jail niggas, said I'm doing my damn thing
(Woo!) They see
fiends
They want them double ups, twenties and tens and chromes
Before I finish let me tell ya where I'm comin' from
A smoked out, loced out hood
Way back
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