Lyrics:
an autograph from M-I-X-A-L-O-T
Down for the title match and you know what I'm talkin about
Muscle bound, full of things, knock a sucker's lights out
Bring it
And if you not my type then you know I got to keep this shit short
(Gotta keep this shit short with you, ayy)
What you know about a check? What you got
The rest goes without me having to say
I say, go, go, go, go (DJ)
Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla
have it
I want to tell you everything
Talk to a man that knows
He said some will sell me and some will buy
For a state of affection and they 'cause
Yeah, you know I'm full time trippin'
The crib look like Zaha Hadid did it, nah, he different
Hov here to deliver you like Moses
So it's
In this
toes
That's like twenty points and twenty rebounds
That's a double double (You a fool)
We double up like that man, Mid-West connect
You know what it
on the roof know we got those
Hear a couple shots, hope you got those
I pull up in a full metal jacket
Pop shots, top notch with the ratchet
I leave
want to know what goes on in your little girl world
'Cause I'm on your mind, it's hard to forget me
I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me
So
We keep writing, talking and planning, but everything's changing.
We all know what to do but know one does it.
Now this time has passed and full
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)
Rushin' up
bring him to the dance floor
Go on let them jeans touch you while you're dancing
It's his birthday, give him what he ask for
(Let me show you how to do
talkin' no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he ain't havin' it
Just give him some wood and he'll build you
right what I feel?
At times I doubt what I normally know is real
But right now I don't know what to do
And it's all because of you
I could tell you if
Every time the beat it break, it's beating like a 808
Mama say we better pray, yeah, what would Jesus say?
You used to take my breath away, now I'm
hope you can take it
Gonna leave you in the desert
And I hope that you make it
Gotta put you on yo' ass
To see what it does to you
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga laying shocked when the bullet hit
And hey ma, how you, know niggas want to buy you
But
you, it ain't about that
Ain't about hip-hop, ain't about rap
Take a minute, hold up, wait now, use your cap
Chicago know I'ma snap
Nah, this ain't
y'all
Crack is back again (oh-oh)
Had to rip this track again (oh-oh)
And when it's packed like The Garden
You know it's the Squadron
The god,
for you
I said I'd do this for my culture
To let y'all know what a nigga look like in a bulletproof Rover
In my mama's sofa was a doo-doo popper
in
Past the place where dreams begin?
Felt the full breathless pull
Of the beauty underneath?
When the dark unfolds its wings
Do you sense
ordinance
We know the blacks, the orphans, refused to be runaways
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
More than anything
You can take it all, but the Lord
other people do
What is blue for me, is blue for you
There's a man who I know
You know he's got a fist full of dirty dollars
And I know they won't
And what you want, you'll soon achieve
It's who you know to get your juice
I started with rhymes and I get loose!
Chorus
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
This is
goes, but I'm telling you (go 'head, go 'head, okay)
Anybody else? That's the only songs we know about love?
What's Love Got to Do with It (I Will
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