Lyrics:
telling me
You gotta know the territory! Spend a hand
Lend a grand
Who's gonna patronize a little bitty
Two-by-four kinda store anymore?
Gotta go! Gotta
blings and cashy rings
Like delicious, thug passionate candy cane
Know you could, stay witcha mayne and just live plain
I ball with the best of them,
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
we go back
To what we had
I tell myself
The past will last
Moment by moment
Flashbacks of you
Polaroid pictures
Of me and you
Drive-in movies
Midnight
only hang with white boys that like black sluts
Tell them Plain Pat yo that track sucks
We ain't dissing you
But you in the position to play something
different 'Cause we made it out
I had to listen to get an amount
Upping the Smith I go in yo house I go to the safe I go right out
NZ to the TS we repping our
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
I'm back and I'm ringin' the bell
blings and cashy rings
Like delicious, thug passionate candy cane
Know you could, stay witcha mayne and just live plain
I ball with the best of them,
could die and then go go
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Droppin by, doo doo
Droppin by, doo doo
Droppin by, doo doo (Imma need a Buggati)
Imma need
by train nigga
Caravan then by plane nigga
So Icey print on my last brick
But these bricks plain jane, nigga
We the felix brothers, vato
We the felix
poison like spiders and snakes
And I'm back pulling lats like some spine column break shit
Floss, I'm the boss, who the White Colla Gangsta?
Who you know
If her aureolas pierced she prolly one of mine
And if it's Ts then check her back it's tats all down her spine
Facecard won't decline she'd prolly be
involved
I go sit in the car, then I text her, "Come on"
I don't know her name, but I call her "Fat Fat" (fat)
When she bust it down it make a player back
and closer and closer
By the time this night is over
Le'ts take a slow and easy ride
Just lay back and let love take us over
There's magic here with you
spending I ain't fuckn up my cash
Ion wanna hit the club Im forever Pushing P Pistol Packing do no lacking keep that bx in arms reach
Ts in me it ain't
Ever since I was a youngin holdin' PS2 sticks
I was sayin' go ahead and DUB edition my whips
Ever since I could get paid, I would sit back and say
YUP! ( in background)
(scratch) 1, 2, 3 as this is plain to see
I go by the name of Jermain Dupri
Dopeman fresh in the place to be
And uhh
[Chrous:]
I'm back for another one
Got a down ass bitch yeah I made her come
This s**ts usual for a real one
Don't ever feel bad bout a one and done
Head up
fell asleep on the FaceTime
Now it's the end of the road by the wayside!
I think It was better this way though (girl)
You couldn't keep up with the fast
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise, expert at telling
'em back (pop, pop, pop), that shit is a fact
My young boy ain't got no ID on 'em
He had to slip through the back (go in the back)
They took
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