Lyrics:
roost' man I
Can't hide it ima monster
Nappy from tha roots smoking ganja ima rasta
Nigga from tha boot gots ta tote tha K
Tha world sleepin on young cast
Watchin' you should be a thrill, got the fellas on some Johnny Gill
Steady screamin', "My, my, my, my!"
Walk on the carpet with the diamonds that flick in
folks, ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game
the glocks don't jam, so where we pop them scrams
See I showed you on the champions how we get down
So don't twist ya lips, I'm like Bobby Brown
You got B2K
main bitch wanna do me?
Face shots - we call it Call of Duty
K-Dot now bitch give me two feet
Made my bitch come give me two G's
Raised by wolves and we
"You really don't understand do you?
Hey man, don't you realize
In order for us to make this thing work, man
We've got to get rid of the pimps,
(Just the two of us, just the two of us)
Baby, your dada love you
And I'ma always be here for you
(Just the two of us, just the two of us)
No
Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday
I've got a lot of things to learn
Said I would and I'll be leaving one day
Before my heart starts to burn
got you on K-9 force
Prayin' to God as your life goes back and forth
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in
DVD's steady diamonds
Got these big ballers grindin'
You know lil mama don't play
Nigga let the G's loose
I'm bout that bank playboy
Let them be 's
could show you where we be's at
How's I get my g pass, none of your fucking beeswax
These raps, bring a joint together like a kneecap
Fuck the little 8
but my wrist said freeze
Got Friday on a DVD
She's a baller and I'm a baller
Wha-what?
[Chorus]
To all my hot girls
Livin' fiesta
To all my hot
Yeah
One-two-three
(Make it funky)
(Make it funky) huh!
(Make it funky) I got-ta
(Make it funky)
(Make it funky)
(Make it funky)
Tell
me by the hand
If you want to
I think this is how love goes
Check yes or no"
Now we're grown up and she's my wife
Still like two kids with stars
DVD, huh?
Russell Simmons wanna pray for me too
I'ma pray for him 'cause he got #MeToo'd
Thinkin' what if that happened to me too
Then I'm on E! News
have somebody
He might be black, he might be white
But you got-ta, you got-ta have somebody
Can you dig it, can you dig it
You got-ta, you got-ta
by day)
Mile by mile (ooh), go your way, go your way
Say it, baby, don't give up
You've got to hold on to what you got
Oh, baby, don't give up
thing, ya understand
We be steamin', blazin', nines pumps and K's and
Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised and (what, what, what)
Niggas bustin'
yeah
One-two-three
(Make it funky)
(Make it funky) huh!
(Make it funky) I got-ta
(Make it funky)
(Make it funky)
(Make it funky)
Tell
What you gonna play now?
Bobby, I don't know but whats it ever I play
Its got to be funky!
Yeah!
One-two-three
(Make it funky)
(Make it
let's overdub a little a little finger p-
No, no, no Clem no!
By greckins you put a little, little bit, a little finger poppin' on thar
it's gonna be
Athlete turned-actor, it must come as a shock
To be this big and still
Get overshadowed by The Rock
You take credit for "Despacito
" that's just silly
It's
Half Baked,
At the cabin by the Lake.
See the blue and white plates,
See the wood on the panel.
I may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat (??).
remains
Flying from a tropical escape
"Did I do a perfect dive?" is such a popular debate
(Well, I'll give it a 9.3)
I'm the hottest shit since B2K
My
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