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I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
a lot of games
But with you it's not the same.
For you, I'm'ma ride.
I want you by my side,
I feel like them ghetto boys. (She playin with my mind)
I'm'ma
it on a piece of paper
Then you put a stamp on it
And they'd get it three days later
Boys would call the girls
And girls would turn them down
And changing things
Like leaves.
I remember leaves
Green as spearmint
Crisp as paper.
I remember trees
Bare as coat racks
Spread like broken umbrellas.
you can get hurt
Foolin' around
With that little town flirt
You better run and hide now boy (Here she comes)
You better pass her by, now, yeah,
This is not me
I was never cut out for this scenery
I'm just a paper boy
Your crushed paper toy
And nothing has changed
Only paper landscapes ripped
by like "there he go"
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull
This year, we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Gettin’ double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin’ niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
that little town flirt
here she comes, (here she comes) through that look in her eyes (here she comes)
she plays around, with every guy that goes by
tree
Now it was early one spring
And I was tied by my string
In a field of a make-believe farm
When around the house, the boy and the bear
Came
[Pitbull]
Hey Jim Jones,
Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down
Hey Lil Jon,
U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit
the way that I drink the fact that I slept all year
But it's not a dream 'cause look I've got some words on the paper
Steady boy don't faint or scream
love can yield
By my only things are clear
Baby boy, I'm staying here
Lonely, lonely that was you
Lonely, and so untrue
love can yield
By my only things are clear
Baby boy, I'm staying here
Lonely, lonely that was you
Lonely, and so untrue
And pitbulls in the crib (Hey, hey)
I'm shootin' dice with the Bloods and
Sellin' dope with the Crips (It's Dolph)
Boys in the hood
(Ayy) , we livin' good
a pitbull from the moon
I'm like a boy with a ballon
Cause I've met a girl, and she turns the world
upside down with me, spins it around, and she
asks me
coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat boy
Cadillac, weed, pistol
a lot of games
But with you it's not the same.
For you, I'm'ma ride.
I want you by my side,
I feel like them ghetto boys. (She playin with my mind)
I'm'ma
The weeks have gone by not a word have I heard since then
I read in the papers of far away places she's been
I can't eat I can't sleep for over and over
a lot of games
But with you it's not the same.
For you, I'm'ma ride.
I want you by my side,
I feel like them ghetto boys. (She playin with my mind)
I'm'ma
Yeah, haha yeah, yeah, yeah
Greetings loved ones it's your boy
The one and only yeah, haha
And uh what I'mma do for y'all right now
I'm finna give
could be famous
Have my name, babe, in all of the papers
Sayin' I'm wanted, by the law and every woman
Yeah, they'd call me the Southpaw, oh
I'd be
You can tell by his fashion
That boy's been in prison
Detective instinct
Detective instinct
Always do it
Two thugs knocked down an old tree for
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