Lyrics:
it's explosives gettin' tossed (y'all niggas gay)
Y'all can keep y'all fingers crossed, call me when you get lost, bitch
Call me if you get lost
By
it's on chrome
Long gone she like my bizza, my batlin' dog
You Lunatics
That's what I be sayin' 'bout y'all
Not a MD but I'm always on call
And I got
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
on down, oh yeah
Ah she placed my feet, y'all, oh yeah
Placed 'em on solid ground
And I can shout about her, yeah
And she's mine, mine, mine
Ah, lord have
It's the Piper y'all
I just wanna know what y'all are doin' this weekend
Ha, ha
I got somethin' goin' down
And I just want y'all to be there
y'all up
On this hip-hop right here
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was def
It's all about the Benjamins, baby (uh-huh, yeah)
Now, what y'all wanna do? (It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers?
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
girl
That I dedicated, this song, well this song really was written
By Blowfly, and I want all y'all to hear this shit
It's just a poem that I writ
niggas slammin' her and takin' her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back, hopin' that the shit stop
'Cause who I'm talkin' about, y'all, is hip-hop
my kinda party
Ha ha, y'all ready for this?
Y'all go head and turn it on up
Ha
is it that she needs
And you told me that she turned trick when y'all broke up in '96
Now what is it that she wants
Tell me what is it that she
shit man
I'm tired of you motherfuckers fuckin wit me!
Fuck you up!
That's why y'all always gettin'
Bust on, motherfucker
Shit y'all always tweaking
Oh, hey, y'all
This is brother Ray
I got something I wanna
Talk to you about
I'm tired of running
From town to town
Now I'm ready to stop, y'all
cnd
To catch the latest sounds
Guaranteed to blow your mind
So high you won't come down.
[Chorus]
Hey, y'all prepare yourself
For the Rubberband man
You
flow like a mud-slide
When I get on, I like to ride and glide
I've got depth of perception in my text, y'all
I get props at my mention cause I vex,
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
While y'all drive match box,
I push the hot wheels,
Don chichi wit' da mass appeal,
Lettin' champagne spill,
From my house to my grill, see,
All
I live to die, that's where I'm headed
Let your man hold something, now it's all about you can get it
Y'all niggas wanna be killers? (Get at me,
And y'all was walking by
And I'd rather go blind, I'd rather go blind
I'd rather go blind, babe
Than to see you walk away, walk away
Don't walk away
niggas slammin' her and takin' her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back, hopin' that the shit stop
'Cause who I'm talkin' about, y'all, is hip-hop
more than racks, my comrades want them illions
Been provin', you ain't ever goin' up
Every time you hit the club, you always fuck it up
If y'all
of the hot lick
They hang us all by rope, then laugh and cut off our dick
Have y'all niggas ever thought about
All the things we been talkin' bout
Down
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