Lyrics:
back) with me ohhh
Still tryna get back(get back)
Still tryna get back(back back)with me ohh.
V.I.P was all on me
Now your at the bar with one
Boy$ I represent.. to tha end
Just me and my girlfriend
We out to win
Still got ki's for ten
I get from be
Bring 'em straight in tha U.P
Are entact and baby girl we can live build eachother up let's take care of biz stunt on everybody give em More than they can get (more than they can
od
Sesuj Tsirhc tog em nillik snomed ot eht tselluf
I keeps my rella, killa
*Chorus*
All my ladies make it shake shake
Make it hop it ain't too late
Welcome to POD
Psalms of David, these words written by God tell em'
Yeah, I said welcome to POD
Psalms of David, these words written by God tell em
through it pushin through the stress
Gotta give it all till I got none left
Coming from the city of scandals
Everybody don't handle
Little flame
Y'all lookin' Bambi
Sweeter than more of Mandy's candies
Y'all dumb as fuck, ya schmuck
I'm Morpheus, you P-P-Porky Pig
Riggidy-Red Flag is Bugs and Neo
really wanna play play play play
I just wanna handle my biz cuz the way that I give is on a different plane plane plane plane
Gotta see my people always
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
it was him by the Gucci brim
We gotta do it B I G
I'm trying to hit the lottery in V I P
Green leafs in my shot glass
All night soul team had cirrock
{*car starts*}
Uhh, for the two g's, for the millennium
Do or die
[johnny p]
Oooohhh hooo-ooooh, ain't gon' pay no bills
Chorus: johnny p + do
X-Ecutioners, cuttin things you never heard of
Flip new beats, never once flipped a burger
But I flame-broil, and still remain loyal
On the hip-hop throne,
as in times
of eighty-nine they envision me
Warm days and the cold beer chemistry
Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such
Sometimes this era
that your honor give a chance
Sons followin' the steps of fathers and
Fathers go to jail sons
Followin' behind 'em and
Sentence with no commas it's just
Burn train buffers
My fancy
Up jumps the boogie delivering eye jammies
Walk through the muck with a clutch on a trident
Never give a fuck how far
Aye
I don't give a shit,
Slit my wrist,
I said kill ya self,
You know what I meant
Rip the flesh
Before I find the rest
Don't talk shit
I kill people
Paying dudes by bjs for their songs to listen
Oh they all faceless I’ve got nowhere to siting
These hoes are British so I let’em wobble on my Big Ben
If
Dat toy
Cause once
Dem hittas
Hitchu
Wit Dat 40
It's yo time
Give Em glory
R.i.p
Jumpoutgang
My lil nigga dey Go crazy
Stop actin
Like yo bf
to get down
Sound of the funky drummer
Music hitting' the heart 'cause I know you got soul
Brothers and sisters
The Information Age
Got 'em seein'
shouldn't provoke
I bring the worst from the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say
From
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
Rose ina dark room under the surface
Ppl act ugly just peep behind the curtains
Don't need a gavel I'll never judge a book if it's wrote by a crook
Give
mind, if we let the stars put us to bed?
You find yourself out here waiting for the dust to blind your eyes
Take 'em by surprise, give in, don't you fade
hands like MLK
The nigga in me like Malcolm Little said, "All means necessary"
So by all means, I'm armed and my weapon's ready
I got my lessons ready
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