Lyrics:
damn umbilical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord, with a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward
To my nigga
Who brought me in this world
Ha, that's right nigga
My ol' dad important to the family structure, provider, a God
My moms a queen
a scHoolboy one to tHe two
So wHat it do, look girl see I ain't a
Liar not anotHer nigga flyer
I'll complete your wHole desire
Grip you by ya Hand, be ya number
moves
Downtown through Chelsea
Let's get sushi now!
And then we'll O.D.
We take drinks by five
So then, you asked me
"Can I tase your leg?"
The Ridgewood
C'mon Alamo, let's swing it
Before I get this wreck, I like to take a sec
To say this jam here is dedicated to some of my favorites
I like
body ya self, nigga yeah, yeah
Everybody get low, niggas
Dedicated to the "Fuck Nas" coalition
Touch my dough, I'm lettin' 40 cals blow
Nigga not cows
That you were a king fit just for a queen
And I can tell from day one you were for me
Who knew that this love would be the legacy
You were right by
2
Smokin' with a plain Jane trooper
Excellent with rifles, out in Japan
In a flight goons switchblade poke out the night boots ?
Thrusted
(That's what you'll hear me say, boy every dayyyyyyyy)
[Verse Two]
I knew she had potential, to be a real player
Get paid up the ass by a millionaire
life away
They tear your heart in two
They've taken the queen
To some better place, so they think
As the flame burns low
Now the flame burns
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate with my dunn's, 17 rocks
Before we could shake a leg
I was most intrigued by the colored queen
Leaning on the kitchen door
Then I was ushered with my friends
By the butler who was
This song right here is dedicated to the
President of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from
Lost city
Yeah, yeah hold up
Kd2 shit
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, hold up, c'mon, whoa
Right back at this
Right back
Right back, hold up, whoa
High on life
Drunk
video queen,
Know what I mean? [Uh huh] A'ight, here's the scene:
You're lying on you're back with your head on the edge of the bed,
The booty's two feet
gazelles don't lean on my nose
Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go
Heads turn it's a freak show
I need them to know When will they learn
Nas need a queen
Death on two legs and onward!
The gestation has now mutated into what looks like a human
It displays intellect and understands reproduction
We
We bout to get real ugly up in this muthafucka
For the 9-9 and the 2-G
Def Jam
Snoop Dogg all up in this muthafucka
Big Kap
Eastsidaz
I'm
a straw?
Fan fan cigarette fan
And legs legs legs legs legs legs legs legs
1 2 3 oops that's my bum
Intruders
Intruders
Intruders
Intruders
It is what it is
passion
It'll blow your mind hey throw up your legs
Wrap your shit around my back
It's a west side bang fucking
Hoes around the map
? get down with 2
Intro:
Je je je je Jamhaitian hey!!
Yeahhhhmaaaan!!
This is for the Hot Girls
This is for the Hot Girls
This is for the Hot Girls
Dedicated
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
The bones of six queens by their thrones
The bones of six dukes slain by stones
I saw a house of many holes
A house of dust
A breath of dust
A day of dust
to drink water with a little bit of sugar (oh)
Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups (one, two)
Doing the scissor-leg, on the mat, with my foot
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