Lyrics:
on by Mase and Big Poppa
So I'm glad you sat down
I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats down
He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap towns
But me I
Deep in your mental
Flesh'll get your best
Shoulda made you realize
I stay thirsty by the flesh
It'll be test to try me
Little bit on the front
In
they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly
they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps
Straight G shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit
Will you ride with me
Publishing/Showbilly Music
New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd (I stopped here due to the album details stopped here...but I knew Cledus would have been listed in there...so I
Multiplied by thugs in the slums
Headquarters of corruption
Sick fools with big dreams
Who skip school sub-divide you with pistols
Headquarters of corruption
Yeah, this is Dr. Dre
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is 'Vehicle City'
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
Linden Boulevard, little Coupe, big rocks
Real estate only, I ain't fucking with the stocks
Why not, so our grandkids could feed they grandkids
And they
tiny little dot packs a huge punch
It's the difference between rent
Money and lunch money
Tell me that ain't a big deal
I am not a gospel rapper
There is
love has brought me to town again
Ooooo - It might take a little time to bridge this gap
It could take a little time
You ask me to be your fantasy
But
room
It's understood
By every single person
Who'd be elsewhere if they could
So far so good
And life's not unpleasant
In their little
by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside
that I see
All races and religions, that's America to me
The place I work in, the worker by my side
The little town or city where my people lived
featuring Scarface
Push, push, push, push...
Here it comes...
It's - it's a girl
{Big Mike:}
1971 a young girl gave birth
fucked you on the counter
Spanish little baddie say "Papi ven a follarme"
She like drinking Milwaukee’s and taking pictures by the mountains
She a model
up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my
off on them hogs?)
(Ah, ten-four, about five mile or so)
(Ten roger, them hogs is gettin' IN-tense up here)
By the time we got into Tulsa town we had
Carolina, why are we going with this around?
It's all silvery, dear, it's the light of little nowhere towns
But the treasure we had was so big
And we
and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up?) can I do my thing
Uh, can I have a little something
mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something
To say right here? (Oh
ones
By the time I was 19, 20
Had a few albums
And I was producing more
Even hooked up with a band
After we jammed
On a music course
Ironi, the name fit
my little man gettin' big
He and my daughter down, when we talk it's real
Nothin' is watered down, young boy swag
I'm here today as well as the 90's
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