Lyrics:
tryna be all in the mix
But you ain't never been down with the shit's
Them things still on, what they going for?
I'm heavy in a couple cities
Don't tell
about deposits, I don't really do withdrawals (no)
Heard he tattled on the gang, so we hang him by his balls (ugh)
Junior High, we late to class, we
Tryna mix the food, I'ma put 'em on a plane
Drinking Ac', you drinking the Bombay
Sip a cup, I'm smoking it to the face
Real street niggas no fade, no
mean you don't miss it
Ten months older, I won't give in
Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it
The drought was the very worst, ah-ah, ah-ah
No matter what you do, it's never enough
I don't understand these bitches, Drizzy
Tryin' to, hear all these niggas, they never say
Time after
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
[Cam'Ron]
Yo, there's a war going on outside no man is safe from
It don't matter if you three feet
even ready for this shit yet
You can't mix wimme
You can't mix wimme
Ouuuu woahhh
We cannot chop it chop it up
Cuz ya words ain't matching up with yo
was walking down the yule by the sea
The sun was very bright, the day was very warm
"Damn", I said, "A Guinness wouldn't do me any harm"
So I slid into
to the ground with his knees crumpled up
But it T'wasnt I hit him t'was the johnny jump
And the next thing I met down in Youghal by the Sea
Was a cripple
fair
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Don't get discouraged by the finer things
(Ooh, don't get discouraged)
Just manifest it, you can live out your dream
(Ooh, yeah)
shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't want
type shit
That's some thick shit, I just thought you knew type shit
I just tricked off, I don't just usually do this type of shit
Pockets racked up,
elastic
You can pop a rubber band or you can swipe the plastic
I make him blow the whole damn bank, do damage
'Cause if he don't swipe the card, you
I got horrors in my luney tunes
I got dreams and you do, too
I got ten wheel drive, pick you up into your ears
I got retake carbine and in my
you in your a** and your n**** gettin' pistol whipped
You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do
[Chorus: x2]
Yeah and it don't stop
When she's with me it's Heaven Sent
And she screaming
You mite wanna ride out
Cause yea boy I'm heavy on the block
Drive-by, tear da sides out
Steve: Yo Rosie, what time is it?
Rosie: I do not know.
Steve: It's Christmas time girl!
'Music starting'
Rosie: Why don't you go shopping
You
tailored suits, made for the over weight lover
Undercover, over cover
You know my MO, I do damn well on the stage show
I'm gettin' paid by the pound
Flash back, I'm seein' stars I used to get it by the sheet
Big house for a week, hella bitches in my pool
I'm almost outta smoke, flyin' another mule
or a yay? Good 'cause I do refuse to ever give you something that you cannot use. Dance & express yourself, mix, mingle, & jump up to the Left or Right, it?s
one too
That would be divine
You know Johnny, you're the king of Christmas?
Why don't you start the song?
I can't
Why not?
Because it's in
won't feel so blue
Johnny try to forget her
It wasn't forever, what else can you do?
Johnny, don't feel blue
Oh Johnny, it's up to you
She left
lane, ah, for real
(How you want it?) How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (yeah, my nigga, Johnny J)
Livin' in
[Chorus: x 2]
If I'm a dog, then we some dogs
We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog
Girl don't waste that swallow it all
We just some dogs, we
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