Lyrics:
a banji if thats ya man girl you can forget it
im standin by the bar parrto toed bow legged i make him wanna hit the bad guts
it aint his birthday,im
to close (haha), more bills to fold (uh)
Get you bread, homie, and stack that shit by the loads
Niggas don't want you to keep your head up
Fuck what
Joe way before this rap shit
Before the Versace floors and the Rolls to match it
Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap
Make my bitch walk the strip
Another year older and my work ain't done
It's time for me to write the final chapter (chapter)
Deal the cards and roll the dice
Sex, drugs and rock 'n'
done, you're my magic
Give me magic, you're my number one
I'm a magical mystery man
You're a rhyme by Edgar Allan Poe, you're my magic
You're my magic
some dope
The bitch that I'm wit is so flexible
From Mexico, man I like this ho
The homey little Tony told me a long time ago
"Hey Dogg sit there
Fell off of the game can't keep ya rank
Mad cause you try to rock sweet but you ain't
Been around no-will shit where crews peel clips
Niggaz that kill
greatest it should be in print
We gon roll up inside of the crib
Super Geeked
We gon’ roll us a blunt and get super geeked
She said she got man, he gon’
hell, never lived so well
Rock n' roll could save our souls
Crazy kids, dying to live like our heroes did
Gone in flash, wasn't built to last
Spent all
stabs
While people ran
So right there
Right there was a broken man
After a gig me
Me and a fan went out
She wants to see
What rock and rolls about
I
he's crawling after me
Dropping acid in my tea
He wants to save his soul
rock and roll
One of us must understand
It's not the drug that makes
yall gonna do about that
niggas
[Hook:]
We on your block
We got rocks
You got robbed
The man got shot
That nigga's dead
Come get revenge
We getting
thirty-six
Ha ha, only if she's 5'3
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
the lady tonight
Yeah, we're gonna rock and roll and stroll with the lady tonight
Come on out to get a man
Doin' everyone she can
She's out to get a man
Now
Are you ready for some action?
The amps on high
A rock 'n' roll desire, baby set your soul on fire
I make you scream for mercy, but I still want more
On some Million Man March shit for the piece
True that, only one life to lead
A fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die,
ass niggas man
Bring they hat to they motherfucking ass man
Let these hoes know how we do it down here
[Chorus: x2]
(Down here) ha we like to roll
tour bus
Y'all hoes follow us
Party pack pills man
Hoes gonna swallow us
Naturally a loner
But love my kid
Mix the soda with the cola
I can buy me
blow a cloud in the air my nukka I reek patience.
Remember the alley way, called that strip rock n roll,
Heavy metal on the block, fiends cop a rock n
keep my gun cocked for all you hard rocks
And grab my crotch at one time when they roll through my block
Bigg Jus from the see ya, and we rule
too old
Guess aliens they don't like Rock and Roll
I don't pray to the Lord above
Won't catch me singing hallelujah
But the devil on my shoulder
Weighs
Side, Scottsdale throw it up dog
I got them rocks by your block throw it up y'all
Slingers, 'dro, and pampus
Let's get it poppin' doctor
Mack 10,
let's talk
Go by the book, and stick to the plan
Never see me looking at another man
It's no fun when it's all correct
Don't know why I've got my mind in
We was young we was chilling on the block
Yea we black so we getting bothered by these cops
Never protected us they like a gang them people oops
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