Lyrics:
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
And I'ma come and fix you up like the handyman
But if you don't need a fix, girl, you gotta leave
You can't take that all at one time, ya gotta breathe
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Okay, let's go
Back with André the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk
Fix your musk,
breakin' shit aside ya doctor's can't fix
Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
Fuck the tricks and all them smooth
exist
When you're feeling broken and you cannot fix it
What does it mean to be broken?
Feels that your light has been stolen
Can't recognize you are
folded
Every rhyme is the truth that I must get cross
Put your right on your back take it to the source
No doubt I'm stuck and I can't get out
Of this
afford to be meek
With your back against the wall you can't turn the other cheek
And its back way to all the trouble makers
Better fix up your brain
better not keep that up
You gon' fool around and get yourself
In a whole lotta trouble, ha ha
Get on back, girl, I can't take it
Woo-wee, ha ha, my gosh,
I used to serve by my grandma's house (yeah)
I left some birds by my grandma's house (hah, brrt)
You knockin' at the door, but no, I can't come out
Oh, Oh I
Shoo do do do
Hey yeah
Sha da da
Ooh yeah
[Verse 1]
Girl
I can't wait to get you by yourself
Girl
Cause what I about to do
dripping wet
You can bet turn it up roll it up burn it up
Give it back to me let me show you
How to move that groove that weed that do that
All in
Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes, "Is there an addiction?"
I said "No," but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it
Pure soul, even in her
nincompoop (what?)
What's wrong witchu? You can't compute (Yes sure I can compute)
Don't fix your lips to tell me you can
Standing on the poley playing
the wind
When 'em dicks is in, you know the fix is in
For my birthday, buy me a politician
It's a shame that you got to dish yo' children
Everythangs
to spill
Did you really think that you could fix me?
They'll sell your bones for another roll
Well, sharpen your teeth
Tell yourself that it's just
hell, I ain't the devil
Ditch me when you wanna but if you need a little
I can fix your problems, I always got your back
I can make you famous, by
'em up
Now we in the back, blazin' 'em up, dice in hand, shakin 'em up
I need a chick like that to come and share my gangsta world (woo)
And if you
Do it by myself
I don't need no nobody else
All this shit on my plate
Gon put some pounds up on my belt
She a dime like roosevelt
She like my sound
with the game
They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name
It's mind over matter
I don't mind, you don't matter
Pull a glock
and used to hit it from the mids
Fix your playground player or
Some kids'll come stomp in your sandbox
Swollen hands cocked back
No knives, no drama, no guns
duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you
scandalous, Sue Atkins
The kinda crazy you can't fix
I'm still the one your parents hate
I'm in your house eatin' carrot cake
While I sit there and wait
a barcode, but I don't sign to get it
Can't fuck no more with you broke ho, give her to my assistant
That wig she got on so old, gave her two stacks to fix
to fans saying) Lilly: Hannah you rock I cant believe
you did three on chores (saying it in exciment Then
shuts the door looks at hannah not happy saying)I
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