Lyrics:
on da hank ai cross over who he want lil flip nigga game
Over i be grinding like da clips an i aint never sober if we make it thru
The struggle momma
'm an automatic with static its tragic Mr A-l-K-a-p-o-n-e
The last man standing
Rollin, ridin, slowly slidin
Creepin up in da corners where you hoes be hidin
Takin
flip me a zip
Man I be constantly stack chips
Don't have to run game
She gone fuck off the rip
Know some lil gangstaz they come off da hip
Hit your ass
Cause this drug ain't that drug,
You know level three, level four drug, shit like that
I guess it's all a misunderstanding
I sit back and think, you
Cause this drug ain't that drug,
You know level 3, level 4 drug, s*** like that
I guess it's all a misunderstanding
I sit back and think, you know us
my gangstaz will.
Bury me at the plate in Bronze Bomber's Field.
Give my young guards the four horses,
My babi gurls get the pink Porsches.
Dookie Jims
Cause this drug ain't that drug,
You know level 3, level 4 drug, s*** like that
I guess it's all a misunderstanding
I sit back and think, you know us
and was clumsy on da top
i made it look like she spilled honey on her watch
so many karats it made the bunnies wanna hop, lol
dem ??? and ??? and
???
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
of the party, mm-hmm, that I almost cried, mm-mm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us
Hey, Miss Donda
You run into my
Mr. Sancho]
When I walked in all eyes on me
can't help it cause the light's shining off me
cause I'm blinging in the lounge and VIP
all the women in
champ? Who da champ?
Diamond fangs like a vamp
Where's the package with the stamp?
Bust it open by the Lamb
Roll it up 'till I cramp
Uh, four rings
niggas
[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha fucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit,
and I
and it's on
Three shots four shots five shots oh shit, I think I'm gone
You see that girl walkin' by?
She gimme them bedroom eyes
Later on I'm a take that
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
feed off of - keep it up
I'm relaxin' my feet is up - I'm leavin' you haters
Like when Shaq left the Lakers just to "Heat" it up
I state the stats
the fuck you recordin' for, Nick Jr?
(The game ain't changed) It just got harder
Plus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter
Brownsville (yep),
Hey, hey, we keeping it real, samba baby
[Chorus]
If you need love I'm loving, if you need a thug I'm thugging, if you need a hustla,
Whatever
Boy, ya'll see me jumpin
No no no yackin
No no no yackin
Actin up with a jumpin yah, I'm da loafin 4 rockin
I'm da verse, up in mere factor words
Boy
day, all
Day. We done paved the way and l'm on da run
I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns
Y'all niggas wanna have a lil' fun wit number one, one
K4mo:
Knock knock
Guess who's coming to dinner?
Fred, Mr Eazi, Major Lazer inna beamer
Oh my gawd
I've never seen a bottom like this
See the way
hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
tha game from lil to big to make
It easier for the feds
I don't sniff cause they know
A nigga straight paid
I keep my money round that Nolia
That's
the room forgettin’ it
This shit is sincerely (1, 2, 3, 4) Tory
How did we, uh, how did we get here?
Is it cold out? Is it wet there?
Where the fuck are we?
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