Lyrics:
of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
but ain't nuttin like pimpin
At the moment, got my eyes on two
ATM nearby, all the cash get through
Please believe, all the tens gettin' jacked by me
And the queens who act shy
Want a king in
the dills
I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
I'm gettin' mad fucked up and ya don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real pals
Who ain't smokin', get
ain't smokin', get the fuck ow
I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
I'm gettin' mad fucked up and ya don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real pals
sold nuttin you ain't got no bread
They say you ain't no real Mob Boss all type of sh** bruh
You need to let these ni**az know what it is Mob
Muf**** Im
him down
'cause I love him to death but I ain't ever seen him in my town
But you could see Snoop Dogg everyday
I'm boss to the blocks like
and that shit ain’t funny
Didn’t show that bitch nuttin and she showed me her fanny
Mind how you talk to me
Push you Wellback Like your first name Danny
the kissin', lickin' down to your belly button, I ain't frontin'
They don't call me B.I.G. for nuttin', all of a sudden
What you wanna do?
I got that old
of steel
She'd tell us from the work we could all but kneel
Gettin nasty in front of guests was the way she'd like to do it
She'll say straighten your
("YEAH"), niggas about to beat you all down to the last stop
I'm all good, as I telephone my hood
At first I was shook, tried to play by the book
But
a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down, and square dance with me
C'mon now, let's all get
a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down, and square dance with me
C'mon now, let's all get
a ticking time bomb, she bout ta blow
Woah, now she wearin' nothin'
Next thing you know, I’m inside her butt nuttin'
Fell in love wit the dick, now she’s
Last time I heard
yo, was gettin real friendly.
Belly to belly and
chest to chest
thigh by thigh
leg by leg and
I guess.
Ain't no way to get ya out
your
the cars on the way to my show
Gettin rah at the bar when they drinkin the Mo'
With a cigar in the palm steady gettin the dough
Ain't nuttin changed but
We running my phone keeps buzzing
They want us to stop but we ain't stopping (No way)
Ye I'm covered by grace but step out of place
You can end up in
gettin' paid
You might have left but the money stayed
In the ghetto it ain't all about drugs
Gettin' paid doin' all kinda stuff
Only rule on the street
on the road for nuttin’ nobody
Got all the talk, 'bout all the guns
But no bodies
Bitch look pretty, but some of them gyal deh
Got no bodies
'Bout you bag
and my pro-tection
Any sucker MC must run come
Kyan't test the Boogie Down Production man
Move ya ras claat, BDP stand alone
1990 lyrics 'pon
all but kneel
Gettin nasty in front of guests was the
Way she'd like to do it
She'll say straighten your shit up
Or you can stop em from comin
And yo
Stay there, runnin' with more kids than daycare
One shot prove it ain't nuttin' but weight here
When he lands flat I'm the minivan
With Lil' Cease,
(nuttin) guns cocked bustin (bustin)
Whole click shot up, mob style, wasn't
concerned about questions cause I ain't got answers
Nigga we don't talk
Check it,
I set it off by lettin' ya know I can flow to many beats
Similar to groove so freely
People say I'm gettin' kinda greedy,
but so what,
Make me drop down on my knees
But I ain't bout to repent
Let him have a threesome with my demons
Now he stuck on stupid
Nigga got his bm in my dm's
So I
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