Lyrics:
Yo Jeff, straight up, we can't allow them
to go out like that, our music is too def
We produce hit records right and left
Daytime, nighttime, def
Allan Poe wrote
Call the Olympics
I can't even spit it - I pole-vault
And your team's like making
Love for the slowpokes
Here we go though - Soul
Got
The Game
And speaking of The Game, he'll be stopping by the studio later on
But right about now, I'ma hit you off with another slapper off The Documentary
toxic
Leave the crime scene spotless
Mix the green with the chocolate, here's the topic
Niggas, synchronize your watches
We goin' in, with nothing
aesthetics
Rip very live so I'm an entertainer like Cedric
Shit they play on radio's now give me a headache
Can't slow me down I know where I'm headed
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
on his mouse
His phone's been busy now for over a week
So I dropped by to see what in Sam Hell is going on
And here's what he said to me:
Come on in
Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$Hort Dawg, I
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
your rivals
'Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor, now let the story
your rivals
'Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor, now let the story
a magnolia tree
A couple years went by and a demo of mine hopped on the radio
So we bumped it up to a master track and we took it out on the road
And before
right)
I was a gentleman living in tenements
Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (woo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my
need, we got it for cheap right here baby
This America, it ain't gon' cost ya nothin'
But a arm and a leg
Maybe one of them motherfuckin ears, ha ha
kick it like this before,
Pink champagne, octopus brains,
Saw your DJ underwater through the window pane.
That sucker tried to hit a mix, but the mix
living divine
You know that I'm one of a kind
Lemme get it right now, ho
Draped up and I'm dripped out, right now, ho
Caked up 'til I cash out and I got
right)
I was a gentleman living in tenements
Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (woo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my
field, I be right back
Shot for the moon, now I need my gat
Cocaine is a hell of a drug
And my year been Heaven above
But nuff is just never enough
it (ayy)
I'm havin' my way
'Set out here havin' his way
Qua' out here havin' his way
And like the third Migo, I take
(What? Ayy, yeah)
Now
around the corner", and popped her li'l punt
Apartment 5701, told her I was eatin' right now
Be over there when I get done, got there, knocked on the door
Now with your loyal fan base and to the extent
That there dedicated to your music and your message
It has some people calling you a cult leader,
I'm really gonna do it this time
I think I got a whole lot on my mind
Somebody tell God right now he need to hit my line (yeah, uh)
Now I ain't
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
Honor, I ain't been doin' the shit!
They just like to keep niggas like me in a mix
And use it on TV and radio as a skit
Want to see some masks, move
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