Lyrics:
("Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of earth")
("Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning")
I'm from the murder capital, where we
the Remy we were doing the thing
[Chorus: x2]
Now I don't know about chu
But I would like to get wit two (ah)
Nice honeys while I'm chillin' by
to make people remember me
Fast like Flo Jo crazy like Cujo
Both I know and you know
That I'm numero uno
My crew is numero
Order in the court
One, Two One, two Bow Weezy, Swizz Beezy
Ladies n gentlemen
Da ladies to da flo
Da fellaz to da flo
As we go a lil sumthin like dis
C'mon lets
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than strep with the fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's
Feel like I'm burnin'
Handle my problems baby
Don't need no conversation
I need a compilation of money showers
Fist high like I got the power
I'm Flo
Got hella
Mind futuristic
busting it wide open, and shaking it on the floor
I'm finna go to the bar and get some drank and hit the floor
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get
Give me a beat
That slap like this
Give me a beat
That I could play and talk my shit
I'm from
the itty bitty city near the bay
c 50 minute flight
umbilical cord
Warlord of rap that'll bash you with
A 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward droppin'
I'm ridin' in a Caddy stuntin' like my daddy
Rollin up my girlfriend her first name Mary
Last name Jane look at these chains
Afro, Nappy Boy call me
hit me yeah you
Black Seoul oh
Okay if I do my thing I want me levels up
Boy you know you can not stop me cuz you catching up
All those other albums
Yeah yeah, what up my niggas
You know who it is?
It's your nigga, Styles
Holiday, the Ghost Pinero
I go by many names
I'm just happy to be doin'
from the mud, I am a missile like a Scud
What's really good, I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd
And I stayed on my flo' at Cash Money, like a rug
Tied
and new
Need someone to tell them to
We don't have to be eye to eye (face to face)
I'm not asking for miracles (or saving grace)
And I don't need
eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
the album dropped
White Lexus before I had a deal
Ask Bun B about me
This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill
By the way, fuck your math
You ain't
glow like Buddha
Disturb me, and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bold like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she
thoia thoing thoing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing
Now I don't know about chu
But I would like to get wit two (ah)
Nice honeys while I'm chillin' by
Hey real girls get, down
Get, down
Get, down
Get
Hey real girls get, down
Get, down
Get, down
Get
Say real girls get down on the flo'
Gone and pop
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
Gon' be up all night long
Walkin' this wood flo'
'Till my man gets home
I'm at the front do'
I'm listening by the phone
But I'm gon' be here
With
How you doing, Redman, I'm Dr. Trevis
Okay, my papers show that you strangled a white male by the name of a Mr. Van-Allen
At a rap concert, matter
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
Its bad boy, baby
We go by the name of q, mike, slim, daron
And this is part three
You know, like the third album
Like the third time we been here
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