Lyrics:
On the blocks, new whips we drivin’ through
We getting’ money, CD's is pay per view
At the go, go girls come up into, so listen up as we tell y'all what to do
a motherfucking C-R-I-P
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I'm a G
And I'm
Mama give em lil' hip
Then you give 'em lil' wind up
Give em a lil' dip
And if you see a fly bitch
Nigga holla don't trip
Break her off a few dollars
I know what I'm up against
We as rappers must decide what's most important
And I can't help the poor if I'm one of them
So I got rich and gave back
I know what I'm up against
We as rappers must decide what's most important
And I can't help the poor if I'm one of them
So I got rich and gave back
and pickin' up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall
On the corner with the Glock by the balls
Servin' up a jab
dammit man
Da the da dammit man
[Chorus]
When you see them boys round ya way holla dammit man
When you see them boys round ya way holla dammit man
Hallelujah
Me and my partners on your block, we holla Hallelujah
Was out my mind, my head was screwed up
But Jesus saved me! Hallelujah
Hey what you say?
What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's up? What's up? What's up
Mama give em lil' hip
Then you give 'em lil' wind up
Give em a lil' dip
And if you see a fly bitch
Nigga holla don't trip
Break her off a few dollars
Mama give em lil' hip
Then you give 'em lil' wind up
Give em a lil' dip
And if you see a fly bitch
Nigga holla don't trip
Break her off a few dollars
you holla sometime, holla !
And if you find another boy when I'm gonna be broke
See at rehearsal there in the pass by her
And when I find myself
While they coked up and weeded
Open fire
Now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh
And test
And get your chest blown
Straight out the west, don't get
fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G's make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga holla my set, and watch 'em ride
Outlaw motherfuckers
a motherfucking C-R-I-P
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I'm a G
And I'm
Bus-a-Bus, baby, baby
Now pop yo' collars like this
Bottles up like this
Side to side like this
Holla if ya like this
See the ass? Touch me right
(C'mon girl, I was just playin? with you)
Ah, c'mon, ah
You would not believe, c'mon, ah
What's goin? down right now, c'mon, ah
Holla, c'mon, ah
You
that the sun up
I don’t sleep til I see that big money
No I can’t stop if they call I’m comin
When I leave I need at least 20
Tryna get money tryna get
baby’s on the track
Yea yea yea, this is Gangsta Sqad Up nigga
Fuck with it… fe I see you
Wanye here
Ce C, T baby and Raj Smoove holla back
Young Yeezy…
the line, boy, I'ma air your ass out
Screw your face at me I wan' know what that's 'bout
Nigga, I know you ain't mad I done came up
And if you are, fuck
are-E-S-P-E-see-T me"
I got this French chick that love to french kiss
She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
Ma cherie amore, tu es belle
Merci,
the platinum MIC
Now what's up 1-2-3 times and still counting
How many time do I keep ya bouncing
Wait let me think ever since My interlude
Not a day goes by
[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I'm at the bar
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I like it when she shakes it
Hey, I'm a sky-bo and I see the world from an airplane
That's a hobo that can't get around fast enough on a train
But from an airport to depot
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