Lyrics:
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
they want you to stay the same
but jimmy will have a say
imma rap until the grave
gave my name to many slaves
i'm shedding cause i need change
of things to say that may make you smile
Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style
The slang I use when we build may change how you talk
And if
still talking that shit is absurd
My repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't
a minute
Someone wait a minute, minute
Need a jimmy hat
For my bullshit... minute minute
Wait a minute
Someone wait a minute, minute
Need a jimmy
You got some shit you got to say it’s alright
Long as you bout to stay because you change my life
Just like some wine, I do not mind lil’ baby if
thatt about
I was the only rapper out
Beverly foxhill roscos swapmeet
Slosin crenshaw comton we not sweet
Like I'm chump change
Jimmy with his gun game
"Take Jimmy Johnson
Take Tommy Thompson
Take my best friend, Bo
Take anybody that you want as
Long as she don't go
Take any boy in the world
Daddy
a nigga change his heart
I just play my part, and while you shooting up cars
I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar
Let's get it poppin'
[Chorus]
don't even know why I fuck with you
I'll be damned if I stuck with you
Changed my number, I'm duckin' you, bitch
Bitch, whatever is comfortable (shit)
slip, I'll whip
Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'
I understand that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
unit
Catch me by myself
I'm only sayin' bullshit
I don't switch up, I won't change
You gonn' have to catch my
Body to sell my brain
An' that's simply
Last for forever
Soon
Hop in a car it go zoom
Nigga you hating by noon stop it
When I see something I like I cop it
These niggas loving my style they
I never had a father figure
I was raised by the thugs
And the drug dealers
- That's why I love niggas!
Until they place me in my casket
Guess I'll be
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
bookings, simple lessons
One foot on the curb, one foot in the Lexus
My style is eclectic, eat you pussies for breakfast
Then I offer refreshments
Look
wo to
Aba show them
Aba pu wo to
Don't change your style
Kwɛɛ Ohemaa my mother say my father say deɛ mempɛ oo
Deɛ mempɛ oo
Make you no dey rush me
two bad bitches, I give my Elleanor
And some ice cold water to sip this lemon all
Fuck you niggers, you nigga’s about fifty
She’s skinny and gold jimmy
These niggas stealin' styles, I had to change lanes (change lanes)
Go and get that money, stretch it a mile long (mile long)
I'ma leave the drip for you
Oooo Ouu stunting with these Jimmy Choo’s
Oooo Ouu why I feel so ridiculed
Ride my wip just like it’s stolen yea
Might just go get my heart broken
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
clouds, and all on your dime
Fake friends
Your shotgun is vacant and I need a ride
You make me feel wasted but stay by my side
So maybe I'll fake it
sell-out?
But who's the one on solo shit, and who want me the hell out?
I'll bail out with a ?, that pussy makes me change
Or expansion on the mansion
to the path of dawn
'Cause nobody can change me,
I'll let you know that I am who I am
When the paths collide, I have to see my style
No matter how they looked
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