Lyrics:
and stare when I roll by
Niggas hate me and I don't know why (why)
'Cause I've spent half my life in the sky (come on)
And I buy the things that you wanna
to me, I can just read your mind
You think I'm so caught up in where I am right now
Uh, but believe I remember it all
I be with my nigga Chubbs, he in
show you tonight
That I'mma put it on you baby
Take you past the sky
Wake up in the world and I'm just another nigga
Call it public housing when
The front page of the paper
Backside in the middle
On parole still can't get me
Now to ride with my pistol
Boosie
95 max on dope boy cologne on (Creed)
Lench Mob n****s are the craziest
So you and your boys are a** out
When I'm rollin' in a seven deuce gla** house
The Mob ain't nothing but
Lench Mob niggas are the craziest
So you and your boys are ass out
When I'm rollin' in a seven deuce glass house
The Mob ain't nothing but a menace
believe me I will
Get down on you baby because I ain't no rookie
I was put here to party and I was born to boogie
I'm the truth, and the truth don't need you to believe
Energy is the new currency, I'm rich, boy, I'm wealthy
Let me hear you clap if you felt me
Bury me in 501 and 10 deep
And please keep the bapes on the feet
So I can watch the devil ice-grill me
Haha, yeah, how you like a nigga now?
I'm it like
broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for
take 5, girls, take it one more time)
Bathing beauty, on the beach
Very nice, Meg
Do you think so, mother, really?
You've come a long way since
they be robbing
As long as Big Boi's still living, never standing by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
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And I don't give a fuck what you say
Cause I still believe you could catch AIDS from tongue
If we move in together
Will I still be a slob?
Will things get ordinary?
Will I piss you off?
'Cause I don't cook
I throw my clothes
believe in phone calls
When you're not by my side
Especially when it's lonely
In the middle of the night
If you believe that true love
Is only
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
the chickens (murder)
Yeah I be killin' em
I got murder for a fee nigga (21)
Murder for the cheap nigga (21)
Catch you in Miami, gun you down on the beach
to make believe
Childhood dreams, can still come true
So I've been wondering, traveling all around
Guess it ain't my style to live in just one town
Still
tryna jerk me (believe)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty (boy)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (boy)
With your girl,
Well I'm a tidal pool explorer
From the days of my misspent youth
I believe that down on the beach
Where the seagulls preach
Is where the Chinese
spun my Harry Belafonte
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
On a techno D-day, a techno D-day
Out on Omaha beach
Where the troops believe in
Mix-A-Lot a sucker
Who you callin' sucker, lip-synching motherfucker
Move the set boy how's this fiasco
I'm in your gutter and I'm singin' like Tabasco,
caught in my casket
On the beach in a mansion, dope boy got him a pension
Pistols pulled in a panic, you can give me my sentence
Money come with
still ballin'
Ridin' on these niggas 'cause they lame
In a 6-1 Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me?
Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug nigga
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