Lyrics:
Get it while you can, man
And stop hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit cause I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
I'm seeing millions,
my shot, yeah I'm gon shoot
Garden of Eden, I'm biting fruit
Want things too, but a man got a need
Grab my hand, I'm taking the lead
Let me see that
hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Motherfucker, go get you some
Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real
G and an addicted boss
Help me let the world know we're sick with your voice
Don't care what dem other people say
I don't care what dem other people
while you can, man and stop hatin me
Fuckin with my shit cuz I
Got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
I'm seeing millions, niggas don't
Get it while you can, man
And stop hating me, fucking with my shit cause I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
[Dr. Dre]
I'm seeing
Mix-a-Lot]
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none
got thicker the
Well you know what got thicker
Snuck in the pack don't know how to act
Mama in the mix she ain't falling back
When this shit drop make
in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But
I get respect in the digital underground, like I'm Pac
Labels scheme and they plot, they telling me sign on the dot
I cracked a platinum smile
don’t care what you say
Savage Life like Webbie and a Badazz like Boosie
Honey dip just texted me, let me check out what my boo say
She like it when I
in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But
crew ran away in the crunch
Then I hit 'em with the "Batman" punch
Laugh, if you want but don't approach
Cause most that approach get ate up like toast
Let's mix it up, mix it up
Let's mix it up
I had a hard day, I need me a drink
Off to the party, I don't wanna think
Don't want no rocks,
susie
That's my good pussy susie
Dont mix da dick wit her feelings
She ain't trying get hurt
Dont mix da drink take a chaser
She clock in go to work
god, I hate this situation we're in
But I'm so ready to dance again
So tonight
Don't think twice
Cos this time, we might get by
It's your right
So take
Stevie (Huh)
I don't give a fuck with contacts, you see me
I love getting tree-tree (Bang bang)
Smoking kush, getting head by Kiki
(Let's get it) i need
you don't work
You can't eat
If you don't work
You can't eat
Get hip to yourself, good God, my brother, and get it from the street
If you don't
dress, take that off
Katty blow your horn now
Give it up for Jay, y'all
Katty blow that horn, ahh-ow
Make it funky
Let me clear my throat
I hope
get too friendly
Best friends
To lovers
Till lovers turn to enemies
So fuck me like you hate me
Boy I don't understand
Cuz you talked up your head
So
the jeans she has wearin´.
I am hooked an´ I cannot stop starin´.
Oh baby, I want to get wit´ ya,
An´ take yo´ picta.
My homeboys tried to warn me.
But that
too raw
I hope my lyrics be pissing you off
It really shook me some turned into pussies
Like you was pushing your dick through a saw
So don't get
Come and get this head
Imma dark bitch - Black witch
Ridd'n shot - broomstick
Don't look in scorn
Grab hold of these Aires' horns
Grab hold of these
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body
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