Lyrics:
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
on the wrist
F-E-D take pics
They on me like skins
I like my girl type thick
And she like me type rich
Smooth talk to ya chick
Cashed out on the lick
Running
enthusiastic
I'm dope like all east coast CDs wrapped in plastic
What's the meaning of life, y'all should know
In my lifetime I need a whole lotta dough, bro
Mix-A-Lot, they all hoes, and this player knows
Better bumrush school and get your G.E.D.
Cause welfare, homey, been cuttin back since '83
Two carts ???
or hoe, rich or po'
Eightball got flow, MJG
Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire
The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get
you
Tryna race a soapbox
And even if I'm broke, dog
I'd rather have no job than no heart wale!
Flow retarded
I need to wipe the slob after every bar
you
Tryna race a soapbox
And even if I'm broke, dog
I'd rather have no job than no heart wale!
Flow retarded
I need to wipe the slob after every bar
we Snoop to Tha Dogg Pound
Where I found Lost Boyz they were bringin' the noise all
Geto and Beastie Fat and Grease(y) Jayo/J.O.E. committed a Felony
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-IG
I got P-A-ID, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out nicks went
For twenty down
not a date rape by usually use y'all
Just to amuse all those who abuse y'all (abuse y'all)
If a nigga need a verse, I'm a come through it off
And just
My little man got fourteen-years for car-jackin' a undercover
Them cops SWEAR, my little nigga told on me
I'm thinkin, "Hello, where's the L-O, V-E
Productions make the lyrics just flow
With M-E-L-O-D-I-E and Manager Moe
We'll wrap up any MC in a ribbon or a bow
People takin pictures of me everywhere I
'til infinity
I'm my number 1 fan give a fuck if you feelin' me
Let ya stop my shine nah never is you shittin' me?
Wealth for my friends and L's for my
I'm the one when the dust settles
They gon' see I'm the one
A-B-C-D-E-F-G, H-I-J-K, uh, M-N-O-P
That's little me in the classroom askin', "What's L
riding down E-L-V-I-S P-R-E-S-L-E-Y
Shades on my face, you can tell he high
Three white bitches, gettin head like a whale
Three black bitches with a tail
Living carefree laughing, got jokes on the daily
Y'all acting like some old folks y'all don't hear me
Yo I'm in my second childhood
"Cause when I flow
delicious
Why the dawgs
Them look so viscous
Surely surely
We're gonna
All be rich by 40
Get lit when we're
Doing up Mways
In a black E class so sporty
I
'all
Like it y'all
Like it y'all
Like it y'all
Scoob Lover, won't you hype it y'all?
Well, I'm the S-see double-O be -L-O-V-E-R uh
Ladies come to me,
uguali
Ho un cuore d'oro ma spero che i miei opps muoiano tutti quanti
Mafia talk, for sure (for sure), I'm richer than all my opps
Why they ban me from
there hunchin' in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor
By the big screen TV, where your pants go? (y'all nasty)
wasn't for the PJ's y'all probably never heard of me
Y'all be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef, and what's a Fugee?"
I'd probably be standin on a corner,
nigga we did we went and we got
We did it alone by ourselves
Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him
Know now for wealth
Stood our
Gucci to death, I'm really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin' myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it's Gucci)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci
this lifestyle caught yo E-Y-E
Ima spell Ali, A-L-I, sting like a spelling bee
Now ima real fly nigga, big bird without the sesame
She telling you
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