Lyrics:
ain't rented
Want money I'll lend it
Business jones taught me how to make all of these racks racks racks
I ask where to hit it she said from the back
was none of that crap
Back in 1970
We didn't know about a
World Wide Web
It was a whole different game
Playin' back when
I was a kid
Want
Howard and FAMU, it's lit
I went to Howard on a trip
Man all of them bitches was thick
The afterparty, it was lit
Told her, I want your number lil bitch
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
a brother pimp you
If you want the stars, you can reach 'em, girl
Y'all, take a look at her, she got such an astonishin' body
I can see you in some Gucci
rhyme? Cause I got skills
We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us
So what's the time? It's time to get real
it by my lonely
CB4 gangsters man they so gusto
24/7 all I do is hustle
Old folks in the hood call me p man
Double cups Styrofoam I sip lean man
in my grill
They must know that I got bird stashed all up in my grill
Camouflage by the armor all while it's sparkling off my wheels
And I fuck hoes
can get wacked
Jim jones the Color of my drank by The way
If you pouring like I'm pouring put Your cups up for me
Ameri all on my jeans
My pants sag
What what what what what what, what
[Ice Cube]
I'm a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y'all
And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all
I
1-2-3-4, set the scene
cll the eyes are on the movie screen
cll my youth was memorized
From the lies in the magazines
They say all celebrities
cre
If you want to have some luck,
Give your baby your last buck.
Don't come quackin' like a duck,
Do your duty!
I heard you say you didn't love
my rents had bank
But all that's gold non't always glitter,
So I'll take another puff from my one hitter
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid
featuring Angel Cake
c'mon Bobby turn off that loud shit
Damn I want to hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you
You know
the scales of reality
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)
You
and it's all right. It's all right. Yes, it's all right by me
Think about what you want, but care about what you need
I'm saying Casey Jones, you just watch
a hundred times
Every champ team has an arch rival
And it takes one time to mess
Up and niggas don't like you
You start to want peace
Niggas want you deceased
sagas, it's hood science
4 A.M. Infomercials tellin' you where to buy it
1-800-Nas&Hit, all six like a greatest hits
No, my brother, you got to cop your
I want to tell you all the story
'Bout a Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter
Who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her
Uh..uh
Now there's two ways we can do this, keep it real or front
I know you got what I need and I got what you want
And the hunt for soulmates is
I want to tell you all a story 'bout a Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well her
girl
That I dedicated, this song, well this song really was written
By Blowfly, and I want all y'all to hear this shit
It's just a poem that I writ
simple, the truth like no lies
No god, I know why
I make it clear, there's no reason for your life
And I make it ahead, see me speeding and blow by
You
spreading
The rumors are spreading all over town
And we don't wanna be like Mrs. Jones
We can't meet at the same place
Every time I see you, baby
I
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