Lyrics:
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But can't when it ain't serving me
Why certainly
If I put it down den I need that urgently
I don't need no pat on my back
What you think you burping
don't know what happened
I'm always watching my surroundings, if i pull up i'm gon back in
Cant go out at the sto'
This morning got a bag and by tonight
Big booty bih she got racks on her
Milwaukee fan dat bih make it clap for them bucks
She drop that ass low then she lift that ass up
Put yo hand
that, bring that cheddar back
If not hear the baretta clap
Your fault you shoulda measured that
Bad white bitch guess where I met her at
By the bar by
Told lil mama to make it clap
Hit her from the bacc she took a nap
Turning the shit eaters down with a snap
Met the girl on Fairfax
She was fine as hell
and your back
Choose, whatever the round that you choose
Wounds so herendous from projects you get to analyzing the bruise
Blows will never come in
Getting Layed
You Feel Me All Up In Ya Guts Now And Dat's A Fact
Make Dat Booty Sound Clap When Ya Throw It Back
Sexing On Da Dance Floor Covered By My Team
beefing wit Pat see Thas how a fuck Nigga died, I told dat boi don’t do no reaching cuzz Thas the same reason they got hit wit fye, but I gotta watch how I
can't waste all that
Watch it juggle when she wiggle grip waist arch back
Both hands in the air while I clap all that
Whip a meal whip her hair whip azz
Whole would about to know
See Chicago you already know
I'm about you make clap (CLAP!)
I'm gonna make you snap (SNAP!)
second to last verse it's about
on it
Bounce on it
I had to pounce on it
All on it- yah
Blow aus on it
Na3z on it
Make it clap for me
She applaudin- yah
Lift dat
Hbiba got dat cake wit
a legacy
Inspired by the stories
Of those who came before me
Always lookin back
Never forget the history
Always looking forward
Aiming to push the boundary
goin' for that
My shit clap through your starter cap
Pull your socks back, we ain't runnin' from nothin'
Comin' from nothin', makes you struggle harder
aint know dat)
Shout out hundo, (SHOUT OUT) wit free flow (FREE FLOW)
Dis dat DaVinci shit
Yea dat over flow (over flow)
Make dat booty clap for me, gone
Thursday, it's a Friday
Me and bro draggin' on the highway
Bumpin' Project Pat lookin' up like
Why my niggas had to die, man
That shit just hurt my smile
Out in the street, they call it murder
(Fuck D-Block)
Verse 1
Tony Yayo:
PUT YO HANDS UP
Gimme dat CHAIN and dat Jacob
One false move you get spread
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
Tom: I'm gonna come back and
I'm gonna start -I'm
Gonna start a therapeutic massage
Center only for, for -
Mark: I'm going to start
My own nudist
Verse 1]
I relate to niggaz and they relate to me
Real niggas do real things that's how it supposed to be
Cut from the same clothes make the same shirt
the city I come back on the,
Whatch you know about, gun
Fully automatic on a shoulder with straps on?
Extra projects
Who punks that jails the street for,
Hollywood?
Yeah, I mean that nigga, clap happy Cali, clap when he 'ttack
Most get astounded by surrounded sound effects in the back
Adidas shoe, phat laces,
when he 'ttack
Most get astounded by sorrounded sound effects in the back
Adidas shoe, phat laces, packin' buldge in his jacket
Head nappy, black
rather play pity pat with a big booty bitch
I gotta put em in they place
Gotta show em it ain't safe
Got a drum in the back
To damn big I got no space
funky, funky beat
The beat that makes you get up and pat your feet
Young ladies rock on, y'all
Rock on, y'all
Till the break of dawn
I say you do
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