Lyrics:
into you
Don't try to fight it
There ain't nothing that you can do
Relax your mind
Lay back and groove with mine
You gotta feel that heat
And we
I had to really go and get the bag
Father forgive me for I'm taking risk
I got da bag
Then I fucked it up cuz I got distracted by a bitch
I ain't get
flowing cash from it
You Coulda just learned a hustle
Increased your income stacked
From it
You was back and forth to jail
While I'm gone get a flashy wrist
I'm plotting on my next ting, my next move
Gotta get my groove on, gotta make this count
Like I was dishing out some coupons
But I need a keeper,
of the day”
Yes you gotta be shown
You gotta get known
Take another seltzer wash your face and run away
You just have to get down to the rhythm of the groove
The Police,
Come on everybody let's rock this place.
Put your hands together, y'all
Let's break: that's Sting!
Hit it!
Turn on my V.C.R.
Same one I've
fucking with me
I used to help you write your raps
Give you tips on how to get better
I used to tutor you
Now you want to disrespect your teacher?
Well you
10 pussy worth a Benz
It sounds wrong but goddamn you do it right
Leave your nervous friends
Get your purse and then
Let’s go right now with you
laugh 'cause y'all pushin' a lot of swag
I'm pushin' this big ole Hearse, don't get body bagged
Royce Da 5'9", Detroit, gah
These new rappers be
what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
gotta taxi search for a limo again
Whatever
You're so ghetto
your family car says hard as hell in silver on the side
[Kardinal]
Check, yo
You know you
me
And I 'gon tell you again let's get ghost in the phantom
You could bring your friend we copuld make this a tandem
You could come by yourself
Yeah, yeah
You just gotta play the cards you're dealt
It's like making a dollar out of fifteen cents...
AMP... AMP on the beat like
Yo, ain't
your door in, anybody snoring
When I bore in's gonna get a full face
Full of piss you're in, deep shit you're in
N-O-V-D-D-D that you're warring
Not
that club with the DJ, he be on the radio all day
I get in cool with him even though he fake-assin toupee
I roll with ballers and thugs to make my
Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes
Mama
fresh huh, a woman's pet
There ain't a thing in the world that I can't get
In the history books or the picture show
It's the golden voice on your
Wanna do a drive by
On every record label in the nation
Searching for the bright light
Gotta get the sound right
Someone said I heard you and you're
go back in the booth
I'm-a be stellar get back to the groove
Oooh keep it two Virgils
I gotta stick to my virtues
I'd rather flip and go channel my
that club with the DJ, he be on the radio all day
I get in cool with him even though he fake-assin toupee
I roll with ballers and thugs to make my
you" to the people in the building
For helping me build the empire that I'm still building
Diddy said a rapper only gets five years, we doubled that
Cent, I'll whoop your head with the tool
You better not ever get this shit confused
I robbed the shit out Slick
Rick for his jewels
And rocked them
these niggas out to get your green
you gotta watch your ass
and if you rollin on them thangs nigga, you better watch real fast
and watch close
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