Lyrics:
They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya
I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm
high so we smoke some trees
She love when me cook for her
Jerk chicken and rice and peas
Girl, you special to me now
Once you've entered my dream house
nigga you dead right
Since you was a baby coward
We been sprinklin' the world with baby powder
So Fresh and So Clean
Been an outcast since I was
Clingin' for dear life, nigga you dead right
[Jay-Z]
Since you was a baby coward
We been sprinklin' the world with baby powder
+So Fresh and So Clean+
Y T E
Only the strong survive, only the wise excel
Once said by my born-in-hell, only the lonely die slowly
Left all alone try to control me
Easy
a jerk
I thought man all of this cause I was trying to get to work
I could've got away I almost had 'em shook
til this girl walked by something said not
come back and win by three
Alright!
I love it!
Fuck you guys!
Sorry, buddy...
Who's the new guy?
Oh, that's my friend John.
Hey John... sweet hat!
told him I was late for work
I might've said a few words
But he was being kind of a jerk
cnd I know I was wrong
cin't no problem being solved
By
come here, no, not this year
They're growin in fear, I'm very sincere
I will jerk tears operator pushin the data
I'm talkin bout info and check it
You're
They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya
I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm
Lamb chops
Garlic
(What else?)
Herbs
(What else?)
Flip this linguistic pimp shit
Left hand right side see's stick shift
A-I-R inscription
you hate it, but this shit right here caught me down
Popper said, no, you hate it
Baby girl, I ain't no basic, no
Rock out tight in one of them Hages
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right
Off
Wit expectations and fare time faces
When I was hangin' wit this kid named Jason wit an accent from Jamaica
Our only concearn was diggits
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Chorus
fancy
About this homeboy named Fred
And this girl named Nancy
But, word! When it was over, I said, "Yo, that was def!"
And everything seemed alright
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
'nuff said
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
I want to see you motherfuckers put your hands up
Stretch bitch like you doin aerobics motherfucker
Yeah!
Thought
everybody'd speak
When he walked in they'd say (Hi Rick)
And when he passed by, they'd say (Dumb Dick)
Really hard-headed, cause he said he had juice
But it was
to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and Fred Benz, slanging tapes
All these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start screaming "Bitch!"
You
everybody'd speak
When he walked in they'd say (Hi Rick)
And when he passed by, they'd say (Dumb Dick)
Really hard-headed, cause he said he had juice
But it was
younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip
candle wax, brown Beamers to whip
And jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!
That's right, a chihuahua-wa-wa
What can I do?
I tried nasty little phrases
And repellent creams
Stole Mondale's bulletproof limousine
I wrote in lazy
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