Lyrics:
Gettin' in where I fit in, right?
What that deuce deuce poppin' like?
Baby, I like the way you work that tongue
You had a don't care nigga for 3
of this lifestyle I struggle wit
Comin' from some of the closest ones claimin' love who you cuddle wid
Fly regrets to reminisce how passionate you claim
what you'd do, baby.
(Now wait a minute)
I heard that you mentioned my name,
When you were lookin' round' for someone to blame,
Well your gone and ain't
with my game 'cause I
Just got paid
And I got a little money to burn
I gotta get laid
Gotta find me a sexy girl
I see you walkin' by, gul
Ya lookin' so
I'm getting a little tired
Of your broken promises, promises
Lookin' at your pager
Seein' different numbers, numbers
Call you on your cell
Shootin to the beach on Honda scooters
For some fun in the sun while the daylight last
Other people just layin out on the grass
Gettin Saint Tropez with
it was meant to be
Intimately, mentally, sensually, physically
It was divine destiny for you to get with me
Lookin' all good, the smellin' all bombs
dumb excuse like "I'm in album mode"
But lookin' back on that today, I was in coward mode
And besides, those two songs are either out or old
See this
by so called peers
Y'all have to pardon me
Graffiti beat street
Write my life for all to see
You take a bite and leave the
Rest I remind you of Lee do
My life
My life, really feelin hard times
Lookin' out my window, holdin' my weapon like Malcolm X and
And it seems I'm over-stressin', feelin'
but they make none
Live from the sweatbox, sucking on the (???)
Pop some, lookin' for the foxhunt, peace
[Verse 2]
Yo, the joke's over, slap the bloke
ourselves cold blooded narc
Brothas droppin' cream by the fiends when they part
I'm like a sentinel
Known to be the principal original
Lookin' for
the bass down
Don't turn the ba-ba-baba-ba-ba
Down in the getto where I found myself
Pretty little hoes, big boys lookin' for trouble
Did you tried
eee-yeah
I be chillin' by the neon looking for the one to lean on fo' real
The one you wanna be around like fiend round cocaina yeah
Got the city on fire
(Brooklyn) home of the hot blocks
You can find me on the back block, e'rybody know me
I'm admired by the homey that's runnin the crack spot
I love to see
scared (scared)
[Verse:]
I wanna thank god for blessin me
To hit you wit this recipe
Yeah you got more bread than me
Bitch but I know you scared of me
guluva, Quarter a god in me
Other half require the man that was instant pie Paris walahi
Ducking Gomora, All of it 'side of me
Hardly lookin' back, Cause
bitch, I'm lookin' for wreck
Like, like I'ma leave that lil' boy in his neck
Fuck Bobby, that nigga died on the steps
And fuck Dotti, he put himself
the artist.
Supa fly supa bad shorty you can't top this.
Gotta have a G who can hold down a boss bitch.
What it do make a move pimpin you gon' hit or miss by
loompa's
I like my crucifix, same as nigga on the rocks
You thinkin' of shoplifting?, dots lookin' like chicken pox
You can find me in the coop
My product
Yeah, ha hah!
It's your boy DJ Seven-Duece
It's a lot of hoes in here fellas, ha hah!
So why you lookin' at that other nigga?
Ha hah! All
got you here
Can't stop lookin' at my brown skin
I can tell by the way you lick your lips
You wanna know how it feels to touch my hips
Well come
mix JD with coca cola
There's no need for me hold up
Better pay me if I show up
Get surprised they see me glow up
Everyday I'm getting older
Mero mutu
bye-bye
Til then 300G fly by, rented
So foggy windows look tinted
We just be lookin at your Roley at dem hot shows
So go 'head boy, get drunk, pop that Mo'
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