Lyrics:
to ill
You can't talk the talk
You can't walk the walk
Been dwelling with the muggers
And the murderers talk
Your shocked by the way I
Regulate ya'
Cigarette burns forever
The message is spliced together
Now I would never let her
But where did people go to get her
You took me to the private party
just a challenge
It's a challenge to resist
Temptation
And I have to say that
What exacerbates the problem
Is I'm at these parties
I'm the center
Before I stick your ass in here and have to do some more time, player
Want to give me the strap 'cause I was strapped with a Glock
I guess I got to sit
smooth
Showbiz & A.G., yo money, we make the party groove
And I'm a top-notch competitor
Carrying dough like a treasurer
Getting pussy, oh that's regular
smooth
Showbiz & A.G., yo money, we make the party groove
And I'm a top-notch competitor
Carrying dough like a treasurer
Getting pussy, oh that's regular
hysterical,
Don't trip or you'll get whipped by this miracle,
I'm very cool when put in a hot situation, for real,
I'll send you on a permanent vacation,
the party at
Show respect and then reject, the fellas don't know how to act
Blaze a sack of bombay, can we do it all way?
In school I was a fool, catch me
judged by the color of my skin
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. just went Psyko cause they wouldn't let us in
So we bailed on stage and OMB had turned that bass up loud
grandmas home
We living in a neighborhood that's middle class
But I felt poor because of some things I didn't have
Time passed we moved out but still thing
a lesson, teach me, cuz I can't discern it
But I guess it ain't right for me to get all excited
and race out to the party where you ain't even invited
WORD
let me look up in the back when I can't find things
Wearing shit up out the store, ain't gotta iron these
Real life hoes be trash, I don't hype things
on it, singing Dej Loaf
Let a nigga try me
I tried to calm Reese down
He did y'all mans grimy
ShittyBoyz, gang-gang, you see Stan by me
Searching y'all
Pick yourself up by the boots
Get your tires on the streets
Let that burning rubber sweep that boy up off his feet
Driving down some dirt road is
Good evening
Hope everyone's doing well
I have a story that I would like to share
Now, this story may seem familiar
But believe me, it is not
So sit
Real Gs never go to sleep
Remembering times we creeped on our enemies
Damn we used to party and fuck up the spots
Puro desmadre running away from
gates,
seeking opiate dreams and the alluring embrace of oblivion...
Know that I have cavorted beneath the horned moon with repellent fiends,
down on you baby 'cause I ain't no rookie
I was put here to party and I was born to boogie
Alright, let it roll
I was born to boogie
some hell, celebratin' our senior year
we had a trash bag full of cloths and a suitcase full of beers
We got pulled over by the Alabama state patrol
They think were fools sitting on the corner,
Older you get the more like your father,
The more I drink the more like my brother,
Seem to have
a vegetable
Hot like safari, shop like a Gotti
We walk in and shock everybody
Me and my boys, ya we rock the party
Soon as we start to run everybody say
they say.
I can't believe it anyway.
You know best what's really good for you.
All parties promise a brighter future.
Don't let them plant you
Street sweeper, baby
Cocked, ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to the pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I got
All by myself playing on repeat
I put on my high heels and I let it bleed
I pour some wine in my favorite cup
And I don't have to care if I get
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