Lyrics:
come from
Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy til your bitch came in
Bout the same time that that thang
can't leave home
Without getting cursed out?
Everytime you get mad you tell
Her get the fuck out
Put I told that her, I said it's cool
Get at me come by
to get a better idea about the lifestyle
Your tracing
Keep pretending that you're real until I free something that's erased
Pop 'til it's faking
Pop
of love, no lie
Appreciate you more, as time goes by
When it's truly true, it don't die
I see you in L.A., I see you in NY
I see you in the A, I see you
Come on
Come on
[ VERSE 1 ]
Do this, ugh, come on, come on
Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on
The I-see-e-T
O.G. M.C.
L
Yeah
A little something for all the o g s out there
That put the foundation together
Was doin' this thang
Before I knew what to do with this
the world
Ass from New York, to L.A., Miami to Atlanta G.A.
Cakalaks, to the Bay any place in the world that they stay
Even Japan and the U.K., you know
that freckle-faced kid, I’m hurryin’ to
I’m goin’ to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo
Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, Kalamazoo
K A L A M A Z O O,
got pity for you lames
Sitting pretty in the game, in the city that I claim
Yo, the city is mine (Which one?)
T-O-R-O-N-T-O
D-R-A-K-E that's me
got pity for you lames
Sitting pretty in the game, in the city that I claim
Yo, the city is mine (Which one?)
T-O-R-O-N-T-O
D-R-A-K-E that's me
L.A.!
Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
Cock me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who
Kalamazoo)
K (K)
A (A)
L-A-M-A-Z-O
(Oh, oh, oh, oh what a gal, a real pipperoo)
(We're goin' to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo)
(Zoo, zoo,
do yo thang
Now pop it up on yer tippy toes
Let me see that coochy for them hippy hoes
We got that ?, I got my sippy sippy, I'm feelin tippy tippy
I
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
do yo' thang
I mean, in them jeans
Yo shape is beautiful
And I'm "For you, by you"
Like FUBU
(B**** you know the name)
Whoo-wee Jesus
JoJo K
him was Foxy Brown, slow down, she says "I'm Monica"
Monica? Oh yeah, Monica so she say
I be the M-A-L-I-K
Excuse Miss Thang, my god you look smooth
ass.....Ay!!
"LiL' Jon" Verse #1:
Big ol' booty, Make it bounce..
Pop dat pussy, Let it all hang out..
Bend ova, Let me see it..
Go head bitch, Bitch get, get,
and down
Pop that pussy
Make it juicy
This the anthem now
Wild thang
You're fucking with a (Wild thang)
Are you a (Wild thang)
I need a (Wild thang)
Okay
Ay, I'm a baller, baby, he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me,
at
Brooklyn beef! Who want that?
I grew up in the thoroughest borough - B.K.
Where B.I.G. had everybody rockin' D.K.
Gav was the first dude with the C.L.K
of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with
Mount Zion
Ooh la la la
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Ooh la la la
It's
on a plane
(Leavin' today)
Am I dreamin', I can hear her screamin'
("Hiya, Mr. Jackson")
(Everything's O K A L A M A Z O)
(Oh, what a gal, a real pipperoo
L-A-V-I-T-A-A-A-K-A Taday Vallet shit
when my niggas from my bitches
sold drugs from niggas to the murderes
I'm the bitch, sometimes i even spit on chicks
cause in
a molly, got a blunt
Ain't no nigga like a Young Money nigga
Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger
Shake that ass like a salt shaker
I keep a L lit up
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