Lyrics:
with a house long it's Yao Ming
My house so long that I can walk into my car
I be getting dough
(Getting dough, getting dough, getting dough)
I be
missin'
My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns
(Turns, turns, turns, turns, and turns
My niggas grow and grow and grow
And gettin' dough
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
two, hut three
Polo on my drawers, Polo on my shirt
I put Polo on your bra bitch, that Polo, Polo, Polo
Every time you see me takin' photo after photo
dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh
Ray Benzino, Hangmen 3,
Bus-a-Bus, M.O.P.,
What the fuck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the fuck
haters hating
I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 T.V.
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm the new owners of these fucking
on a 1000
I'm witty my nigga she lounging
The timez that we fuck I ain't counting
Tell these bitchez stop testing me
Burn haterz like 3rd degree
Bad hoez get
and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme
By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate
Down at the best spot
It's me and JD and they sellin more birds than a pet shop
The spot's hot and everybody nervous
That's when the blue car
to war, okay?
For real, y'all
Takin' you on another one, son
Uh, Julio Iglesias
Makin' cream like that nigga
Yo, first of all son, peep the arson
the court room my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about.
And through it all we closed
Our eyes, didn't we, at 33 and 1
3 going down for the third time
Under the 3rd degree
Watching a third of all our fellow Americans
wanted to settle down
Oh god how I miss that woman
It hurt so to see her go
If I was smart I woulda stuck by her
But I'm hooked on this rodeo
and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme
By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate
a nigga do to get by
Just make sure you gettin' by don't fuck with me gettin' mine
Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then
Hate
afraid to go 3rd degree
Everything about me is blessed
It's Who I Am
Who I Am
Who I Am
Who I Am
Who I Am
exhausting makes me really feel a way man
6ixSide coldest in the world and I realize I'm the greatest unsigned
Flow inspired by the Gs of all time catch a 3rd
sunshine till they gone...
Ain't no sunshine till they gone...
Juvenile:
I was born to survive, but the story returns.
After being treated 7 months for 3rd
Gotta Be Special
(Yea; You Gotta Hold Me Down Baby)
By That I Mean That You Gon Hold Me Down
(Uh)
You Gotta Be Special
(Yea; You Never Know Right?)
Cuz
All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his dough
Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like
You know the ones you wanna make
and tickle, you have been warned
One false move and it's 3rd degree burns!
Set fair for an English Summer
Then back to work in the pouring rain
As luck would
and do shows
And get the dough
I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won't die
I
the hoes that I used to know
When I didn't have my '64 and a lot of dough
I keep it like this and like that
And I
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his
"Spaced Age for Eva"
Po-ppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree
But if you looked down from heaven, you'd still be proud of me
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