Lyrics:
I text you
It's probably when sidekicks had them belt loops
Sign my John Hancock on a bitch every time I check you
Just like a brand new Lamb', I
the funkalistic rapper choke an instant
Got mixed wit Malibu rums and Mistic
I'm a whole lot on it yea just a smidget
Just 'cause I live by the beach
get by
He gotta go on TV going on now
I fooled you, I fooled you
I got an iron, I got all pigiron
I got all pigiron, Rock Island Line
Oh,
cannons, piece by piece
Your School get Dazed like G Phi G
Murda murda murda, kill kill kill
Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, payin
to take me
out
I had a dream I think I saw a dude cause he had the looks that of a killer
And he sung to me these four tunes
He said "Life is like a game
him, "Don't threat again"
Pray to the high power, hope the judge give me a severance
Young niggas turnt up with the check, look like a settlement
It's
and smack that hoe
Toolie on deck everywhere we go
Fucking every bitch on
I spit that shit got a dappy flow
I fly by hoes like there he go
Ya we trap like
shout:
"What About Us!" [Repeat: x 4]
Just like another last call, it means nothing at all,
You either kiss a lot of ass, or tear the clock off
Let me tell you about a girl I know
She had a drink about an hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself in a bar in downtown hell
She heard a noise
(Aye My Boy Astro That's You, Cook Sum Up)
Oh my 4x4 i heard that you be take the keys
I be living dangerous and you know i got to pray before i
not tiny
I tell em bumbahole don't try me
Man, if you go and unleash
The lava keeping it dirty
Just like my father
Dirty, fuck that, murky
Function
I just poured a four in a Fanta, I feel like it's the perfect potion
Get geeked, stay up all night, I work like I'm tryna get a promotion
I made
Let me tell you about a girl I know
She had a drink about an hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself in a bar in downtown hell
She heard a noise
backwards]
[Line played backwards]
(I like this!)
Big things pop, little things stop
If you talk a lot in your mouth you get socked
Miss don't flop
Today I may not have a thing at all
Except for just a dream or two
But I've got lots of plans for tomorrow
And all my tomorrows belong to you
[Chorus]
I'm still crazy for you
Everything that you do
Just want to keep you satisfied
Every trick in the book, girl, by hook or by crook
ain't slowin' for no one
Knowin' there's nothin' you can do about it
Zero in on the target like a marksman, the target is you
I shut your lane down,
her
Eyes were everywhere,
Her eyes were like absinthe
The little green figures that dance on his screen
Say everything you want to hear and nothing
ribs, cops shot ya whip
You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid
Crashed cars, still came out without a scar
They tried to keep ya free
Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
Every evening you will find him around our neighbourhood.
It's the old dope peddler, that we know by doing good
Started off with a OZ
End up
Well now I'm in love with a fast moving angel
Dresses like the city girls do
When we're apart there's no ache in my heart
When we're together
"I got ta" (Repeat 4x)
(I got ta) Pick up the mic on a soul tip
(I got ta) Run you down like a Polo skip
(I got ta) Rip MC's like a paper bag
(I
the fraud
Truth might still be alive like true and false
That's why I never really trust unless it's Lu endorsed
Sponsored by me and of course you know who
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