Lyrics:
on my window
So you see a n**** shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
doubting disbelievers, get out of my way
I bend but I ain't breaking, scared but I ain't shaking
Baby, you can sleep while I dream
(Hey, hey, hey)
This
Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Has got me reminiscing on the good times
bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit
Back in ya hand, find me
Call Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all made criminals
Tryin' to wild out
a minute. Oh yes, Mr. Jones called. He
Said, he is running late,
But I am to seat you now.
[Broad]
Okay, thank you.
[Waiter]
Follow me this way
pussy, get the fuck out of here
They will call you to the telly and set yo ass up
I'll call the jack boyz, come through masked up
And all my girls in
the ratchet and let them cowards have it
Listen up, listen up, listen up, world
Listen up, listen up, listen up, world
I gotta confess
This is the hottest
You can't walk the streets at night
You're way too short to get on this ride
No I'm not, no I'm not, you tryna tell me that I
I gotta be home when
packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
Try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's
as you
If you can't feel the music that's all you really need
Then turn this party all the way out
Good time guaranteed
Everybody get up
Clap your hands
to buy her
Some of the things her little heart desires
The other half goes dime by dime
To show my cookie a real good time, 'cause
Nothing's too good
somethin' that I knew nothin' about
Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef
So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth
While
Yeah! and I've set up and turned out this state
With my own two hands
We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans,
to buy her
Some of the things her little heart desires
The other half goes dime by dime
To show my cookie a real good time, 'cause
Nothing's too good
thing, this that New Jack City meme
Yeah, I'm aimin' at G-Money, cryin' tears before I bust at him
Light work like it's PWC
It's a cold world, keep
spit
Make a nigga "G" flick, classic criminal
Keep a gat by my genitals, thugs love me
So don't get splashed for the minimal
We never vest up, be
somethin' that I knew nothin' about
Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef
So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth
While
Your love is a pit and I'm feeling way more qaulified,
Then them bustas you be dealin with, come and get a hit of this
Mama come on and roll with me
by the chicks in the club
Now they want to rub my belly wanna show ya boy some love
They see me iced up they be like wassup?
Try to jack me if you
Bring your girl to my show, give her floor seats
Then she go downtown like she owe me
XO, XO, XO, mix it up, pour it up, take it down slow
This is my
You're old enough to know better as soon
As you can see
This world is out to get you the way it's gotten me
It starts out in the morning then moves
Hey Bobby
Why are you stayin' in here in this shadow?
Come over by the fire
I'll have a drink with you
This is our house now
So let's act like
finish, let me just say
I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you
Because to tell you the truth, when I leave here, I'm gone
or at least beep the Lord, but didn't have a touch-tone
It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
Some of this land I must own
Outta the city, they want us
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