Lyrics:
to the point
Whereby they might more
Fully enjoy the ambiance of Miami By Night)
Where ya from? Ah, the bus
Which one? You know the last tour
You know leather
international boy, Flo-Rida fo' sho boy
Triple see's the second, I get it fo' low, boy
We trillin' cause we the best in Dade County
You better know it, cause
that'll make you shout
For you, and you, and all to see
The dopest rhymes, said by me
Listin' these facts for all to know
How to rock a party, keep
just a martian ain't nobody else on this
Planet i know see i live by my only where my
Cheese nigga where my maccoroni baby i get up
In that ass and act
How do you feel about that?
Cult Leader eh ha ha ha
Yea there comparing you, to you know like Jim Jones or Davey Koresh
You know that's real
D?
She said, "You tried to play me
Like Big Dad-dy."
I said, "I know your Tribe,
I Called and re-Quested
For you to be manifested."
She said,
about
I grew wit' it (uh)
Your crew ain't even true wit' it
I see your man he's like, um nothing to do with it
I know you pack like that
But Cam, why
like when you take some eggs and break them
And you, and you take the shells and mix them up
Trying to find the ones that match
When you find
shit in his pants
Make the murder man dance
We shine like clusters, to leave you in the dust
Cause we tryin, to get rid a all you haters
And you
you won't last, livin' out your life like that
You shoulda got down with my crew, slingin' cracks international
But instead, you wanna merge with
You know he started to base at a hell a pace
And now it's a disgrace,he's got the pipe in his face
For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones
like when you take some eggs and break them
And you, and you take the shells and mix them up
Trying to find the ones that match
When you find
Help me get it down and we can split 100%
Run a rapper through a maze like an experiment
Word up, you know the legendary Roots crew, yo
You don't
to set it off (off)
Well, I don't know what you heard and I don't know what ya know
But my folks done told me, "You got it"
So (oh), "Up Jumps
blessings
And on another note, she just hit another note
Chills down my spine, got me crying, make me over Lord
You don't know about us though, old school
didn't do it I can't fuck with it
NWA is like a mix a fix a trix
Real niggas with big dicks
You're takin' a chance when you think that
Talkin' under
to drop, stop
You ain't know I'm nice girl, you'se a 'Wannabe'
Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice, girl
I'm untryable, undeniable
Won't be held
-
And it was from you i was so pleased that I
Had to sit down and type an immediate reply
Even though Ken is shouting at me to get on
With a script he
And you say to yourself that he is broke
Well how the hell am I ballin', like Spalding
I did a couple of movies, now agents calling and calling
Can't
I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
You wanna battle? Swing
I bring commandin' men like I was king
In all your dreams
wanna do, you savour
This step is called the BRU to the T
Bust the rhymes for free, I gets down
Mack is inside your town
Busting lyrics tourture like
yourself at home
I got money-loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money-maker, player hater
Shake up
New York, they'll send you out to the plains
I know what your problem is you got woman trouble, son
Well like I said there ain't no easy run"
"I drove
style focus
Be realistic now - I know you're feeling kinda hopeless
I know I'm not the dopest, but I'll take you little jokers by the throat
And feed you
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