Lyrics:
of the story bye bye your good riddance
pterodactyl fly by niggas softer den some kittens
Yeh I’m chillin in da booth super KOLD I need some mittens
If I’m
you play emotion to the death
With that big ol 40
For real, I’m preachin out in Ogeeda
Don’t talk about yo real
Boy I’m walkin on the real
Any boogers
of why'all freaks want to get down
with the biggest nigga in town the world renowned
You can meet me downtown in the lobby
walkin' past niggas that's dry
motherfucker..
{*barking*} Turn me up some
{*more barking} Yo
{*barking*}
[Red imitates an old woman]
Ohh shit! Who those motherfuckers comin in here?
Uh, Ho's in the front for the 1990's
Walkin' around showing off their hinies
Wigglin' they're jigglin' they're swingin' and flingin'
9-7-0 Yo Ho,
the shocker)
You might catch me, walkin wit my head down,
In the pourin rain,
Tryin to find answers to questions, no one can seem to explain,
I coulda been born
the shocker)
You might catch me, walkin wit my head down,
In the pourin rain,
Tryin to find answers to questions, no one can seem to explain,
I coulda been born
irrelevant
It's trippy
M.E.M.P.H.I.S say what you want but say it with your chest
I ain't finna play around but I'll go some rounds of you wanna talk by
up that supply with me
When I walk in, you better put your bitch up Came to the party with you, now she walkin by with me
Posted in the club, we don't
infrared nigga, dead eye
Aimin' at the sky's limit, jumpin' in, we all in it
The good life, tryin'' ta live it
Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz
don't play with loaded 9's
Don't quote weak rhymes
If you approached by a brother in need, give him shine
Show him light, don't get emotional, son,
don't play with loaded 9's
Don't quote weak rhymes
If you approached by a brother in need, give him shine
Show him light, don't get emotional, son,
blessed
like poof make a nigga guess where i go yo we down
1 51 bottles of raw quick with warmin on me keepin
it walkin like some draw sticks label
Robbers, they hang in the hood
Where they ride clean
Stang, stangin' like a bumblebee
With my 45 G-L-O-C
Robbers, they hang in the hood
Where they
baby
Walkin' up an down the street
You walk by me, smilin'
Act like you don't wanna speak
But I, Iittle girl
I've got tired of your low down,
Franklin, ain't the end, I was here when it begin
See if ya ridin' davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin
I bought some new ones in, to replace the older
Yo, Jesus came through, bouncin' in the hood
Thought he was invincible, thought he motherfuckin' could
But the gangstas on the block, we ain't havin'
on ya shoulders
I can't wait, It's now or never
So grab the bull by the horns
And get ready for forever
Play for me
Pick, Flick and Pluck your stings for
[Mannie Fresh talking]
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie
Fre Fresh
Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes
Now three for Johnny Law tryin' to make my chips
I
motherf***er
Turn me up some
Yo
Oh shit
Who those motherf***ers
Comin' in here?
No, it can't be
Ah
Yo yo, gimme some room
I'm throwin' elbows
Anybody you see me with ready to uh shhhhh
If they ain't killed somebody ready to kill a nigga
When I'm in the trap all the dope get sacked by a bitch
I
Yo Koolie, peep them hoes starin’
Oouuu, she like the way I’m juggin’ huh
Walkin’ by, like Who Dat
Oh yeah you noticed huh
Skin like water
Oh she
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better
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