Lyrics:
want to bug me
Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
Bending corners in the Benz
Riding it like a bucket, nigga fuck it (fire another)
I
[Gunshot]
(Chorus)
[Bizzy Bone]
I'm lil' ripsta, im...
[Krayzie Bone]
Leather face comin' to kill them at night
[Bizzy]
Die Die Die
[Krayzie]
so we buck
every club promoter wanna bid like auctions
'Cause I pack shows, sell ticks like Boston
Pat your back ho, why the fuck they coughin'?
Oh, I got 'em
comes the buckin' bronco
Stompin' and stampedin' up the damn street
Like them Buffalo Soldiers, I told ya
I'm about to blow, so look out below,
supportin' (true)
My lil' boy only two and his neck is like a quarter (burr)
I built another house and I put it by the water (a mansion)
Diamonds dancin'
from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for
Austin, where's that? Texas
What's in front? Benz's, what else? Lexus
Well who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's
Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my
sight tonight's the night to get hyped
And fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherfucker to what I
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
tip-toes
I sold O's, and this I know
When you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow (drive slow)
Yeah
Boom, b-boom, b-boom-boom
Drive slow homie
Drive
the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I
titties, lil' waist (mwah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Look at how I bodied that, ate it up and gave it back (ugh)
habit
I stick to the ground like a mothafuckin' rug
I'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga you a pup
Lil' bitch clean your drawers before you think you're
tip-toes
I sold O's, and this I know
When you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow (drive slow)
Yeah
Boom, b-boom, b-boom-boom
Drive slow homie
Drive
Snatch the airbag, hit the corner and park it
Corner the market, I got her tied up in a chair and gagged
Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair
the pillars of Islam,
Make the best rule, and fuck the rest who'll, it takes one drop of
Purity to clean the cess pool, the next crew, will be comprised
I can't take it anymore
Fuck that teacher Mr. Moore
He was trying to teach his kids while making them send child porn
I don't really give a shit
Got
claimed she ain't see me
On the basement with Tigga
Them both my niggas, I suppose
I might have been doin' a
Lil' frontin' for the hoes
When I flip flows, I
them digits
Walk through your club, hunnid K for a visit
Got some members up above I'm missin'
I'm from where all of the thugs in trenches
My lil
It's the real shit, yeah
500 Degreez this time, bitch
Yessir, yessir, throw them Ws up
You already know (yeah, yeah)
You see me? I eat, sleep,
Zone 6 shit for y'all niggas
(Stop all that cap-ass shit)
I'm a Zone 6-er Mr. Remixer
Mr. Fuck-Her-Then-I-Hit-Her-Pass-Her-To-My-Nigga
Only thing I
last night
I'll be damned if I don't go out with a fight
My girlfriend says she needs some new shoes and a bag
I told her shut the fuck up and get off
them lil' haters be mad
Let them lil' haters be mad
I just do my thing, pull up with some stack denims
I feel like Mr.Krabs the way I'm out here taxing
Aye, what you on four
Hah, hmm
Fuck they on? Lil Top
We put guns to the face, who gon' die today
See you got them youngin's pistol sparkin'
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