Lyrics:
To the brownstone, and on the streets that he roamed
Before he got locked up, he sewed the whole block up
People would jock, because he cooked the rock
Caught by
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
comin' down his reggae reggae wire
It was a sound checkin' down your spinal column
A bad music tearin' up your flesh
And the rebels dem start a fighting
around
She's checkin' out the clothes on the boys in town
Pick up this drop off that
Stares at her pictures from the fotomat
Oh she likes what she sees
But
checkin' out, don't hit up my phone
Finally comin' clean
Shake the dust off my feet, ay
I leave my misery in the past
I never thought 'bout what I had
I
the gettin' while the gettin's good
Yeah demented, my brain was forced to transform wise up,
I'm checkin' the gate on humble tales
And minimum wage the girls
by buyin' up the bar
Sharp pain and orange juice got my moose up
Stainless artichokes, tequila poppes, Medusas
Better prepare myself for the upset
looking for ants
You a straight gone bad, ho wishin ya had
Now get up in the pad, dick suckin I'm glad
Never knew what a ho was, checkin ya buzz
When I'm
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
to the strip, now I'm just flossin'
Checkin' my rearview 'cause niggas they will do
Jack moves, black fools 'cause I smack fools
Tryna set me up for a 211
Win a battle you never fought
Just by checkin' this record you bought
Over and on and on again
Get with it and do that thing
One, two, I'll party
July four,
But everybody's actin' like this might be somethin' more
Than just pickin' up the mail, or the soldiers from the war.
This is somethin'
no money by the end of the weekend
But they don't care cause their life is a movie
Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly,
Truthfully, it's
checkin' on your texts
Tryna hurry up and get my body out this dress
Yeah, that's right I'll send you with my money and my own time
But when it comes
you have erased
When dogs make love they don't look at themselves
Checkin' out each other by the way that they smell
Rubbin' & a scratchin',
slow
And still twist your tongues up
Rock the house from night
Till the sun's up
Cause it relly ain't
How much you say
it's what you sy
I got no fuckin'
to the strip, now I'm just flossin'
Checkin' my rearview 'cause niggas they will do
Jack moves, black fools 'cause I smack fools
Tryna set me up for a 211
I was checkin my game
Put the key to the latch
Didn't flinch or nod
cause my head is too thick
Well I was lookin at and got hit by a brick
Go
away
Again
Submitted by Lord Shark
I could never say the things that kept me up
Just lay there listening to you whispering
Maybe it was
anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
silver toed high heeled boots and a big old horseshoe diamond ring
Hung his big white Stetson hat on the rack by the pinball machine
He walked up
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
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