Lyrics:
dark hair - you would swear they Asian
They Bahama mamas, Holy llama mamas
Put the gangsta grills on when it's drama mamas
(Murder them, murder them)
the drop, get popped, see red, I pay him in blues (cash)
I send my jewels, I've been at the go, you pity the fool (pity the fool)
You told, he went
children, how was school?
It was good, how bout you?
I love you (I love you son)
I love mama too
Are you ready for dinner? I'm able to set the table
Till I
Without it
The curfew's set for eight
Will it ever all be straight
I doubt it
7 jealous fools playing by her rules
Can't believe her
He feels so in
another
Mama get up early, early in the morning
Papa's already gone
Going out a-working for half of what he's worth now
You know that it's wrong
What
My girlfriend left me for a seven foot Indian
My grandma hung herself on a tree in the Caribbean
My sister's on the dope and my brother always picks
feel I'm on my own
Oh, no no
Now here's the ending that I think you know
A fool running for a crock of gold
No, she's tongue tied talking
ample proof that imparts
The fact the plaintiff's claims against
Him are an absolute farce
Mr thomas is the one who's
Been abusive and violent for
the worse will vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute
Every
sundown
While you talking all that shit I’m with ya mama smoking petro
And that choppa longer than a line for some retros
See me going right well then ya
I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized
Pictures of me in my final stage you know Mama cried
But that was fiction, some coward got the story
ain't cool!)
But you've got to realize
That you're acting like fools
Give us music
We can use it
We need to dance
We don't have the time
For
like the bullets that whizzed by
Running for blocks in the night, but never did die
Things go shaky and I'm sane more lately
But I guess mama
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (Dip Set!) Oww!!!!
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me
ain't cool!)
But you've got to realize
That you're acting like fools
Give us music
We can use it
We need to dance
We don't have the time
For
I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized
Pictures of me in my final stage you know Mama cried
But that was fiction, some coward got the story
Reggie
You know it was white lace I was chasing
Chasing dreams
Mama's nylons underneath my cowgirl jeans
He showed me first you get the kisses
And then you
the worse will vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute
Every
missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive weighin' one-sixty-five
In a city where the skinny niggas die?
Tell Mama, don't cry
Even when
said, "I'm icy hot"
She wanna land a punch, my pocket on croissants
I call lil' mama a thot, she call me icy hot
First of all, I've been in the trap
your dad
Schooled by your older brother but you'll have none of that
You're nobody's fool you're nobody's fool you're nobody's fool but your own
Smellz Like A Party - O'RYAN (f/ Rufus Blaq)
[O'RYAN]
Oh, oh, TU- O G
You know how we get down
T Scott on the track
Where you at Marques
O tell em
I'm just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for
Verse 1: Master P
Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
To high to see his
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