Lyrics:
Badunkadunk, Look at your ass girl, it's so much fun,
Badunkadunk, I tell the DJ, I need a hundred ones,
Badunkadunk, What? Badunkadunk, rock yo!
Badunkadunk,
a finer rhyme that's right on time
One step beyond and not behind the line
That separates thought from divine
You can take it as a caution or a warning
time ya saw me last time you called me you was in New Orleans yeaa
Hook:
Im full of this drink should be feelin that shit by now Girl I thought that
amazing
I amaze myself so appalled
Don’t need yo applause
Stands up react and get clap up
To close you need to back up
In a gang full of niggas that don’t
The DOC- Hey yo Dre (yeah, what's happening?)
Have you ever met this female by
The name of ah Tairrie B?
Dr dre- yeah, yeah, I met her
The DOC-
in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on
My
won't see me tomorrow [uh-huh] (uh-huh)
I'll be gone by daylight [Doubt that] (What?)
And you'll be so full of sorrow [Yeah right]
You'll go tell all
birth a hustler, I got that pre-work
I got that money coming in like it's pre-birth
A nigga cross me then he end up on a t-shirt
Get on yo feet before you
First of the year tax time
Keep me wit' a smile
I'mma get a extra couple of
G's claimin' yo' child
Yeah it's wild but this is the
World that we living in
hang open
Freak what you looking at
A true pimp I seen it in her camp
Full time party lifer dance floora
Dopeman's bitch average club goer
Shake it
about to set shit off.
You know how we do. Jersey – stand up! P.A. – stand up!
Where my hustlers at? Come on!
I get that money, I don’t care if it’s
, bust a nigga no response
Rest a hater, respirator, no response
Green light, go time
Where yo block? I know mine
So you know, one time, snitch nigga,
freaky peaky plus I'm chock full of nuts
But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his chest
So hey, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck
The indestructable bobby steel's is here
[method man]
Yo in the heat of the night
My 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and trappa john m.d.
Full metal jackets
'cause'
the homiez
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin'
You in the mood for some sexual
isolation is a riddle
To be surrounded by a million other people
But to feel alone like a tree in a desert
Dried up like the skin of a lizard
But full
Imagine 10 years old full of doubt and defeat
Growing up around criminals, with clout and deceat
My grandma Loucelle used to tell me, you about what you
a hustler
All Money In, No Money Out, bitch and we gone forever hustle
And I built all this by myself so let me gone flex a muscle
Fuck a first class, I ain't
of a drive-by
Stash spot, police raid it five times
I made it out, feel like I got nine lives
I was pimpin', felt like I had nine wives
Fucked all them hoes,
look
Yo girl with ya man sellin' laneless, Stop
Nigga rewind and reverese slides 3 times
Reassess your thinking and trust me it'll be fine
First pitcure
repeatin' for you knee-gaz
We trippin' sippin 'on Hen and ready to quench yo' thirst
Every time I kick a verse you wish you'd thought of it first
I need
watching for the snakes they could kill niggas
Keep it moving never brakes, how we deal with them, yea
Cuz real recognize real nigga
Circle full of hustlers
Fate of the victim is already sealed
By the time the traitors finally revealed
He fall in the trap and u know he gone squeal
Self interest come first
Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her
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