Lyrics:
one sign
And it's getting less
When you're wet
You're getting drier
You used to speak the truth
But now you're liar
You used to speak the truth
[Intro: Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
I can cop mo' gats
Joe and Duke came through
Them niggas copped two TEC's
Said "Don't go by the gamblin' spot
That shit gon' get wet"
I'm incredible I mix up shit like cake mix
Keep it blazin hot rhymes burn to keep you frost bit
MC's is assed out cause they lost it
Peep my
collide
Your twice as hot
Wet through
The new extras
Get you by in life
High on life
I wonder what
Life would be like
If no more
Women were dykes
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
to
Find somethin' hot drink in my hand hundreds in my pocket
I don't care if he ya man understand I'm yo profit
Its 3:39 we should leave by 3
We can
be touched
Niggas say I'm too much, I trust it's true
Why lie? See for yourself when I slide through
Drive by, your bitch say don't look, you do
He's on fire
Hot girl, hot girl, hot girl
If they say I ain't the baddest then the motherfuckers lied
How you riding on a nigga who be asking for
lets ride nigga
we gettin high realize they all die nigga
them Hot Boys started ridin
{B.G.}
we gonna fire nigga wet em real good
Saukrates, worldwide name
God put me D, now worldwide game (GILLA!)
Niggas keep a burner by the flame
'Cause when shit get hot, we already came!
Saukrates,
leader
You're not a believer, suck a big dick
When I fly, it's one letter and one number
You act hoes could get hot for one summer
After that
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
of my back
Where these niggas at I clear the whole pack
Talkin' shit 'cause I'm down for my set I'm a vet
Smokin' on a wet cigarette
(who these
a gang of bad bitches by his feet
But now, that he's, locked away
He can't get no love on visiting today
Holla holla, pop yo' collar
Shit a nigga just
Rolling down the road
Going no where
Guitar packed in the trunk
Somewhere round mile marker 112
Papa started hummin' the funk
I gotta jones in my
mommy make it stretch
Turn a 10 into a Benz or Lex
Make it stretch mommy make it stretch
Ain't touched but she stay wet
She's hot she hot make it stretch
tryin' to shake the water and wake the gator
But I`ma pass the mic like a hot potato
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
(1 - 2 - 3- 4)
[Treach]
You
a nigga stand next to me (nope, never)
Everybody a hot nigga 'til 12 pull up, get cold feet (cold feet)
Stay by myself, ain't gotta worry 'bout a nigga
"Rolling down the road, going nowhere,
Guitar packed in a trunk
Somewhere around mile marker 1-12,
Papa started hummin' the funk
I gotta jones in my
Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom
Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run
Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up
"Rolling down the road, going nowhere,
Guitar packed in a trunk
Somewhere around mile marker 1-12,
Papa started hummin' the funk
I gotta jones in
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