Lyrics:
world, so I stay in mine
And niggas don't cross the line, niggas stay in line
Like welfare, I'm St. Elsewhere
Hotter than a devil, nigga, hell yeah
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone
Had to slam my door, hey had to slam my door
Mr. Yellow and white gold, I'mma keep bagging
liberated by this monster I created
Dr. Frankenstein
[Mr. Short Khop]
We love to bump you Frankenstein
Yo' shit is the best
Take my body and my mind
many times before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
With' one brick, two brick, three brick, four
Underneath the steps of my single-wide door
said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she
a grain
Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other level
You think you got pull? Then pull it, uh
I
life
You need a baller, I'm a baller your type
You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life
[Lil' Flip]
24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my
talkin bout the man Jah Lil, the one extasy, and the man grandmaster D
im talkin bout Whodini, and also the force MD, you treated a brother real cool
back
beat yo' ass if you walk in this house with tears in your eyes
Runnin' from poopoo and 'prentice
Go back outside, I beat yo' ass, lil nigga
That
wit my rap slogan
Jack Frost, leave em frozen
Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan
Hand writtin ass whippin, I keep spittin
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I
Riding with bags and bricks (yeah)
And my lil' nasty chick (yeah)
That's what I asked of Him
Told me He'd grant my wish
You dance with the Devil
evil shame?"
"Burning you from the devil's claim?", using J to blame, ugh
Rap is my thang, as I stay in my lane
Driving fiends in the flames, so they
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I
it in two years and 4 weeks
I ain't lying
If Jigga Jordan
You can call me the Kobe Bryant of this rap shit
So go get more practice
I skipped college
and the word is the streets
We goin' go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg
[Snoop Dogg]
A day in the life, of a Rollin 20 Crip
I
Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
[Freddie Foxx]
Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight
Yeah, there`s no
trippin'
Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'
Seven, eight stacks on two or three bitches
Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'
If I ran out
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
'm a millionaire, started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to Zs, writin' raps and movies
I went from trustin' these tricks
Now they all wanna sue me, so fuck
sixty-four Chevy level
AK-47 heavy metal
Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle
I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils
Cause we
arm--It's on
I party like a rap star, baby the facts are
The third time's a charm
So meet me by the Eiffel Tour
Bring a bottle of Dom
[Cee-Lo]
I am
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