Lyrics:
got beaucoupes (woo)
Don't get in this coupe with them shoes (ayy, take 'em off)
Get money, forever my mood (woo)
They watchin', they study my mood
getting scared
20 racks on your bag, 5 racks on your hair
Until then I'mma lay up in the cut
Montana, Ray J, you know what's up
Hey love, I see you
Hit 'em with that chopper first, Ray J
I'm a well known nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc', then you lean like kickstand
Skeleton AP, that's
like a ray
She might eat ya heart out if you look likin prey
Hot like a sauna in tha middle of May
The way that I'm moving i feel like a j
Swear that
hoes)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
Juicy J-
To you haters I'm the predator
Set em up, wet em up
When I'm in the hood, I'm like a drug-dealer
memory relapses of bodies up in the caskets
with no heads Monoxide foolin' wit tha dead!
[Jamie Madrox]
We rollin' deep on the lawn with
and the air smells so fresh
Oh no, humor doesn’t help
Humor doesn’t help
Those Monday moods
I’m laying in this loop
But I don’t want to be drowned by rules
Nine
neck, you just basic ish
Rocks shine in the light blind you wit tha rays
Two toes on his hoofs, make a fist, ya face
Piggies steady runnin' in a twisted
fam
Likwit Crew is in this bitch and we, tram
Guess who's back? It's Tha Alkaholiks
We're back, buk, buk, by popular demand
Guess who's back? It's Tha
You be illin'
(To)day you won a ticket to see Doctor J
Front row seat (in free!) no pay
Radio in hand, snacks by feet
Game's about
Oh yeah
Uh ooh (yeah yeah yeah) oh yeah
(Ooh whoa ooh whoa)
I see you, watchin' can't ignore the rhythm in my walkin'
Head up, strung by
Walup my dawg
You know what time it's wit me
You know what time
Let lock in
Let go
Twerkin on tha pill he been forming Buddy shit
Gettin money gettin
thinkin bout it
Mood
Mood
See I remember being lonely
In the late night
Had to pace my mind
Amy, Mary J and Toni
On the playback
While I taste my wine
they sayin I got talent
Shoot my shot like ray allen
Thas a beast with the craft
Put my city onna map
Put my city on my back
Immortalized thru words
I'm
right
I'm black, blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in '88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're tryin' to fuck me!
freak us
9inemillie
Any weather niggas spin no beyblade
I be outside in the rain like ray j
With the same guys give a fuck what they say
He was
Set the mood just right, candles all ready
Yeah been needin’ this all night
Feels like I’m in heaven
I’m not in the mood for talkin’
I’m not in
you to come down
You deserve a break today, sucker
I'm gonna flash the light and flop the J, down again?
This is mood de-control
Saying pay more
off by sprayin' beer in your face
So the '94 to them, I'm for my niggas that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Getting' double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin' Niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
mind, one is to keep stylin'
And the second is to get more of this s*** that I'm counting
Call me J-2-0, I flow like a fountain
And I swear I beat
In Tha South
Speech
In the south is where it's at crazy phat weather no leather needed on yo back perfect for a ride outside hop in the drop top
And if your dumped dumped simply don?t do this
I already got tha say tha girl, say tha say tha
Who devastatah them one annihilator
Dem M.A.J.O.R. say who
She wanna ride I’m like too late
Diamonds get wetter than koolaid
Steady watching my drip like a Blu-ray
See that Bentley and bitches a mood change
I
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