Lyrics:
gon’ win over and over and
Over and then you wake up
You still can’t believe it! You know
Why? Because you was lied
To by Google you was lied
To by Mark
you with me where you at? Ya peep that?
I'm on a mission to rejuvenate the funk
Bring the game back and give the do-or-diers what they want
When you
of dope features
Glad you bought it, now sit back and just blow reefer
I know the concept behind it is gon' reach ya
Now turn this mufucka up and blow
signed us?
What if Oprah made them comments
Like Imus?
What if you designed this
Thought like I did?
Said it like this
What if Peyton was fighting
a stack
Off to the club, G's in in the back
V.I.P. nigga beez like that
When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)
I spit this for my
French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a Ginsu
My album like a 'Rari, a lot of dope features
Glad you bought it, now sit back
of dope features
Glad you bought it, now sit back and just blow reefer
I know the concept behind it is gon' reach ya
Now turn this mufucka up and blow
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
snitch done wind up dead
I'm Scott free ant never looking back
At nothing in them feds
So much contraband out on the yard
You'd thought we was warez
It's
it, now back
Hop, hop, hop, word
(Talking to fade)
Where do we go, where do we go, where do we go, go now from here?
Ghost showers got you by
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
look good
Those a hundred proof nigga tell you different, he a liar
Drop 1 album, set the world on fire
I will not stop and I wont retire
You niggas
back, rewind
Get it, get it, bring it back, rewind
Get it, get it, bring it back, rewind
Get it, get it, bring it back
I wrote an album for you
Tell me
a Nostradamus
Find that ass on a quick spot, catch you slippin
like ice and silk solks, the cover of your album
be the back of milkbox
See I'm
let me introduce myself my name is Mr. Russell Jones
Excuse me for that one I had to let that one low ah
And tonight, you're going to see that you
I can't shake this feelin'
I feel there's no ceilin'
I been out here floatin' alone
No desire to touch base or to come back home
I can't shake this
back it up
Everyday I look like an album cover
My Death Row Chain going platinum plus
My Death Row Chain got them lapping up
Two seater Benz Puerto Rican
you got it
It was there from the start, I just hope you spot it
'cause it's my blood on paper, my soul on paper
Words to live by will leave
that's a feeling to trust
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd tell the story right
Cuz by now I've taken
Over and over and over again
I just keep doing this trying to win
What am I doing they asking me when
The album come out
It got pushed back again
My
it right back
I'm the one you aint know it was like dat
You can look at all my moves, this the right track
Way she jiggle I ant know she was like dat
debut
Album, power of the Dollar
And finally in the spring of 2000 it
Was ready to be released by
Columbia Records it represented to him all
The struggles
Her: Hey Ants
Ants: How you doing beautiful you alright?
Her: I'm good how are you ?
Ants: I'm good thank you
I want you to hear something real quick
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