Lyrics:
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
devices twisted
Til I get a nice chick, to get me on some nice shit
Crib raising kids, slap a door behind a white fist
But I'm still single, looking for
thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
jus fo u to sing along to
But its the beats that make you bounce in the club tho
Treats are, always ready to bring the new flava
K to afford the garage
When I was heavy, off in that bottle
Full throttle, before weed became legal in Colorado
And booty cake was a nice dish
From Paula Deen before she
try to chase me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott, mixed?
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you
the wickedest ting
Nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting
Big money man' earn, the wickedest ting
Them boys aren't ready for
The wickedest ting
It's no long
Yo, I know I ain't buggin' and shit
And yo, O, what up?
Strange, my head sound like
Batman just got poisoned or somethin' by his old lady
up
I'm smoking on the loud so I won't be low
Not really into making friends I'm more into the dough
Sugar spice and I ain't nothing nice
My clothes my
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
hands"
[Skillz]
I got my man Roc Raida on the slash and cut
Rob Swift where you at son, the "What What"
Sinister make em, now we ready to go
Last
24/7, got ready on the turf, player
All day
Make 'em hop in the new coupe
Nigga, but that ain't nothing new
Forgive me for the sinning that they be
costing
Strictly big bossing to get the fortune
You not ready to test the La faking the funk
Confess or die not physically, but lyrically
Come on, give it
you know kill a track like me
Dish it out get it back
Make it stack like me
Name a chick who can rap like me
I don't see not one
I'm in my own league
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
your whole production
Your lips are ready, your girl has a nice suction
Pack her bags pack her bags pack her bags right
Pack her bags pack
Highest form of respect if you say you're not ready
Forever in debt to the lord for he's given
Something I'm not worthy of the purpose of my living
Or fall, slaughtered by the daughter of God
That makes me a Goddess (say what?), the one who rocks the hardest (say what?)
Uh, uh, definitely show
the set and take control of your dome
'Cause we fully blown, 4-tracks we busted at home
Now it's time for you to see the way we rip up the phone
Nice in
you? What are you
What are you so afraid of? Darling you
You give but you cannot take love
"Been Baka aka Not Nice from time, G
Been a East Side ting
one or two drinks he ready to ACT FOOL!!
Now, this for my real live underground cats
who be checkin for the rhymes
not checkin for the track
Take
ready
Get ready, tonight
We're gonna make this a night to remember
Get ready, tonight
We're gonna make this a night to remember
What, what, what,
sees first
You have no chance (you know?)
My tracks on your repeat
Dad politician?
I'm not a critic
But I'm ready to fuck through the epithet
Vidic
Said they just don't make 'em like this no more
In fact they never made 'em like this before
I'm 'bout the baddest man that ya eyes done saw
Baby,
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