Lyrics:
Mister Cee, 'nuff of them cats
See, this rap shit came at a time that was accurate
Twenty-something years later, I mastered it
Seen light poles get used
we get it each way
When I'm in a funk I put on dunks like the east bay
Withdrew four by hundred like a relay
Withdrew four by hundred like a relay
Let
wholemeal, shut ya mout
Because your team's wack
Couldn't even get me on a loan deal
Man are like fam, P, man that bread line's mad
I just got it, that's
solve 'em, there ain't no One who ain't got em
Be the best man you can be and treat your girl With precaution
If you're offended by this album then you're
sets, wrist so fresh
She so fresh, my girl got a girlfriend
Man, I can deal with that
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya,
Rockin' it... rockin' it
Now, goin' one-by-one
Individually we'll rhyme to expand the fun
So clear yourself from the launchin pad as we blast off
it's Luda
By the end of the night, you gon' be wantin' to marry a nigga
'Cause I make 'em erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiver
Get 'em
yeah
They waiting for me to release
They like Eddie it's mando yeah
I wonder why that woman did that to me with that lasso yeah
I know my last girl
now?
Straight G's for your low esteem
Eight P's for the whole team
As I run away from my obituary
Walking in the shit, that'll get you buried
a Piston
She do all that talking but she need to listen
Chasing this money, yea I gotta get it
You think your for me, baby admit it
Watch all yo partners,
She saw Imma blow now she playing for keeps
I get it I got it your girl is impressed
Ain't no apology I made a mess by slaughtering goats
Who think they
money all that we know
I'm that plug with a gun and a alter ego
I took a step back
I done fell off from the track
I know everybody hate me
An I'm living
I don't really care
From the front or the rear
Word to your mother I'm bout to smother and smear
Its that master all I intelligent
Chain that I
My pimp game just wont stop I’m a bachelor
Pimp game master get a girl gas her
Then I might ask her
Is she gonna give up that cash or that ass
azz a break
Got three missed called my from broad cause this hoe n my draws two mo songs girl I’m coming in late
Only one way a nigga get this here
Rockin' it... rockin' it
Now, goin' one-by-one
Individually we'll rhyme to expand the fun
So clear yourself from the launchin pad as we blast off
Rockin' it... rockin' it
Now, goin' one-by-one
Individually we'll rhyme to expand the fun
So clear yourself from the launchin pad as we blast off
love I was down bad if you my brother and you falling that's my bad
Imma stay by your side grab my hand imma make sure you eat and stand out
Let's hang
really feeling froggish, leap
Yo Slim, you gon' let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him 'scape with that
Man, I hate this
me, to get a kiss from you I'll be your new hubby
Hey, what is this? you didn't send the stock? you're calling me a collie fellow, I think that you
I got a bad girl
I got a brain-with-an-ass girl
She got a mean bop, I got a lean to the way I walk
And they get it like gold
G-O-L-D G-O-L-D,
this album dang my bad
Let me run that back
This girl really tryna marry me saying she's tryna have kids with me
Your just hopping out of the shower
I
And I'll smoke ya junior mafia
In front of you
With the ready power tuckin my
Guess under my Eddie Bauer ya clout
Pretty sour I get packages every hour
you think that, your experiences with psychedelics
And those, I guess quote, "trips"
Do you think those influenced you in your music career
All that
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