Lyrics:
Hippy turned yuppy are slime Negative Hippy Negative Hippy yup yup yup yup yup Yuppie!!
a dolla'
Boy came over and he wanted to holla' (yup)
Boy came over and he wanted to holla' (yup)
Boy came over and he wanted to holla' (yup)
My song came
(Tellin' you now, now you're my only one)
(Tellin' you now, now you're my only one)
Uh-huh
(Tellin' you now, now you're my only one) yup, yup, yup
You're proud of that fact that you're, you're in the gang (from Lime Hood, yup)
Lime Hood, but you're proud of the fact that you're a Blood, why is
it to your rump (come on)
Hatin' niggas can hate, leave 'em all stumped
They gotta like a nigga, call me Obama (yup)
Not a hypebeast while you beast
ha)
I'm on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican (damn)
Sophomore year, but I spit it like a veteran (yup)
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by
piquete necesario
Con el que vivo y me mantengo a diario
Yup, a mí no me ronque' de sicario
Que a ti no te quieren ni en tu fuckin' vecindario (wow)
Se
in the house
Press up CDs at the house
Weighing Ps at the house (Yup, yup)
Hell nah
I ain’t never had no keys at the house
Lotta pistols
A hundred
an eight (yeah)
I stay fresh as fuck and that's every day
(Yup)
Allergic to fuck niggas, get out my way
Pull up in somethin' stupid like
"Who wanna race?"
ass real?
(Woah) she told me come and grab it just
So I know that it's real (Ayy)
Pulled up at the club with
My boys from the hood (Yup)
Got fifty
so difficult (yup, yup, yup, yup)
Damn, baby buggin'
Sayin' we talkin' like that was ever a discussion (haha)
No it wasn't (no)
Girl you crazy,
tell 'em keep talking funny (keep talking funny)
I'ma keep talking money (yup)
And all different types (what)
The yens and the pounds (pounds)
Nigga just
tell 'em keep talking funny (keep talking funny)
I'ma keep talking money (yup)
And all different types (what)
The yens and the pounds (pounds)
Nigga just
out like Air-Bud
I've seen that movie once enough
Trust, the ending always sucks, yup
The reviews always suck, yup
The credits always lag, yup
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
say now
What you say, what you say now
So what you say, what you say now
Yup, what you say, what you say now
Yeah.. with the heat
Method Man
function
Real nigga from born day (yup)
Fall through, ten hoes to your soirée (ah)
Whole team in this hoe lookin' saucy
Bitches off the molly, my
love candy paint
But still keep my factory paint job
(yup yup yup) i'm a mack and I play hard
Choose a bitch scoop a bitch
Then back to the playyard
but I broke the record
Yup, the record, yup, the record, yup, the record (just for the record)
Uh, I'm all that I can be
And I'll admit, I'm appalled
to love you shorty (yeah yup)
You need someone to treat you right
If you need someone to talk to, call me
I'll do anything you like
I wanna do it all
Yeah
Yeah
Hahaha
You niggas know it's the gang or kill yourself right?
Yeah
Yup
Red hat, black chucks, black 501's on
That's your baby momma
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Yeah-yup, okay
I got a joint rolled up
Call up the gang 'cause I just pulled up
Diamonds in my chain, quit the hate, move up
They say I'm the man,
Watch me pull my pants up,
Watch me do my dance yup,
Stacks and rubber-bandsyea,
You lookin' at the man,
Whip on 22's,
Towin'
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