Lyrics:
as the Lankshore Strangler
Careful Andy, you could be in danger
Your Aunt Maggie just flew out the window
She's not okay, sound of a crescendo
By a hammer she got
Winters getting colder, Summer gettin warmer
Tidal wave comin cross the Mexican border
Why buy a gallon it's cheaper by the barrel
Just don't get
Flint, Michigan
Living in the D, checking in with the pimps and them
It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula
Pretty city, skyscrapers will fool
[Incomprehensible] kids in baby's Pampers
Your wife is banned for leavin' bras in my hampers
That heffer's ugly, plastic why you still bug me
I'm on Melrose, Nicole's
to the shop
Nigga FIX MY SHIT and run it by eight o'clock
Who she roll with, Clyde that down South Southern-ass drawer nigga
Yo tell him you with Clifton,
slow
Windows low
I was taught by the best to do the one
And gain control of this game
And be sold not told And So
I'ma rep for be -O-O-T see-A-M-P
Cause
1999 (Yeah)
TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)
The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y-2-G
(What'cha wanna do with it?)
What it is, what it ain't
(What?)
the P.O.I.S.O.N.
There's no pretend
Me don't lie, if they don't buy
I'll hit the reload line to get these notes high
And by the way I got people on the way
Trying
Beef is not what MI said to Kelly handsome
It's kidnappers telling you your kid is for ransom
That's why I don't respond to the bars these rappers
for, flashing, like a cop car
Me and, rock well, I'm a rock star
Fuck y'all the O.F. is banging on 'em
Custom Crew-necks Rollin' while we're Ronald
shit, I ain't on nobody's dick
I remember when BET wasn't shit!
After a certain time on that channel, owned by white people
Fuck why'all night people
they thought I was sarcastic
I'm mad sick, y'all better send in some psychiatrists
Goal temi o n se egbe goal keeper
Tori emi o fe bawon si lawujo awon
by the high
No cares on my mind
Couple dares, that is fine
This shit from 'round the back house
More baggies bagged and that roach
In granny's
Put it in a store and they go cops on
Everybody know that it's no compo
Y'all better lay low like popos
'Case you ain't know, better already know
I
Put it in a store and they go cops on
Everybody know that it's no compo
Y'all better lay low like popos
'Case you ain't know, better already know
I
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
Times is changing, young niggas is aging
Becoming O.Gs in the game and changing
To make way for these new
1999 (Yeah)
TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)
The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y-2-G
(What'cha wanna do with it?)
What it is, what it ain't
(What?)
Bro Got Nothing To Lose
But Got Something To Prove
Big Weapon Dey Pon The Waist
Pray He Don't Catch A Case O
Why My Girl Always Complain?
You
try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it
But why'all ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
I'ma keep on hurting you boys,
Just like me when I found out why Santa dresses in red
What I like for Chrismas is to plant my plastic tree
swinging on his branches all the people
Verse 1 (Abel)
Peep this 5'6'' nigga with more game than Starter
Been pimping these hoes since I was shooting dog water
Call me plastic man cause I
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
up cuzin'?) I can't cope
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope
Yo it's the r - a double p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't fuck with
plato
Quieren atacarte y su rambo es de plastic
Yo soy como mozart mi musica es classic
Casi
Le pise la cabeza al nazi
Asi
Lo hago y me parece facil
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