Lyrics:
wanted was Snoopy)
That's right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-Double G
Hey girl, what's
lost but was found, now I gets down
From Philly to the Apple I, stop and holla tunes and then hit
Up-town, Diggin Planets when they get Earthbound
up ya hands for me, that's how you dance for me
Shake it like ya can, honey
Take it from your man, mami, yeah
Baby, turn around
And let me see
up ya hands for me, that's how you dance for me
Shake it like ya can, honey
Take it from your man, mami, yeah
Baby, turn around
And let me see
Run that up Rico
I'm from da noke, yeah that's Five Four O Straight out from Willow, in O Three move to Eight O Four
Yeah that's henrico, that's my
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
the baddest sho nuff
Now turn that damn music up
And make sho it's slowed up
Screwed up or Slowed down
We representing H-Town
And if you ain't from around
This
turn the tune up
I'mma tell you who's soon enough to got
And I ain't down with getting crossed, and I never been the boss
Wu-Tang
Yo, you're
just be our detriment
Fighting through writers block from ninve o'clock to five o'clock
And no way will I ever waste a second of the time I got
I
Keep the block hotter than July in the middle of December (aaahh! {2x})
Niggas better know my M-O (M-O)
From Houston down to the NO (unh hun)
Came
the lo-cation
Been on the block since I'm off probation
Glock gon hit you who you hang wit?
Them the niggas I used to bang wit,
Up by four but I want three mo
Up
on podiums
No musical boundry
Jump up pon stage till mi arm all get frownsy
Degree turn up and wake up who did drowsy
Feeling the beat like b-ball is to coby
Turn it up loud make the whole block rattle
Boom boom, this one is gettin' blazin' hot
Boom boom, make you bust another shot from the glock
the other side
Haters Block can't see
Bitch I'm from the crib
This is not south beach
Threw 305 on my name
To put the crib on my back
This Da Real This Da
"fuck this, fuck o-line," man
Shut the fuck up
When I drop some bars, they all know I write 'em sweet (yup)
Good guess but try again 'cause I ain't
cool I will tell you now
Da-Delete da, ra-ta
Da-Delete da, ra-ta
O-o-ho-waa o-h
Baby we have been here a million times
Baby we have been here a million
and kick my feet up
Turn the heat up and smiggedy-smoke all the weed up (no doubt)
Kids I eat up, wit' a style that's the newest
My crew is getting more
Or beat and stepped on like fresh breaks
Wake up in the morning swear you had a fresh faith
I stomp a nigga out till my legs break
Have him walkin around
hand
Where i'm from you get your money flat
And I don't got a problem with cash
Last problem got solved like magic
Turn myself from boy to a man
Turn
Back my blade, let him have it (ja)
Watch them run off and vanish (O-L)
Dip up your chest, turn cabbage
(HARGO Production)
Big man, you know
Servin' his lil partna from the
O and I'ma tax 'em (yeah)
Nigga turned on me, sipped out the same glass
So I sent the nigga from behind
And hit 'em up nasty
and kick my feet up
Turn the heat up and smiggedy-smoke all the weed up (no doubt)
Kids I eat up, wit' a style that's the newest
My crew is getting more
history
Two triple O back in the do, bout to drop tops with the
Boy Big Moe
Screwed Up Click we super thick, been dropping hits
Since '94
Now y'all know
ghetto history
Two triple O back in the do, bout to drop tops with the
Boy Big Moe
Screwed Up Click we super thick, been dropping hits
Since '94
Now
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