Lyrics:
think I sprinkled when I tinkled
so, I dip in the sides there be a sweeter by the seater
cocoa powder, bubble-bath, and rubbing alcohol
for 5
Stone cold killer rockin' Gucci
New Jack City servin' Pooky (what?)
Ridin' in a Vert' with a Uzi (skrrt)
Four, five, six, nigga, double up (hold on)
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for
But now if you'd come
I'd welcome anything
From the five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me
But now if you'd come
I'd welcome anything
From the five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
plastic surgery.
Went from 34B to 36 double D.
Met her in San Diego at the Super Bowl party.
Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Terrell Davis.
MVP, we
you 20 out of 40 sitting on some chrome v
[Tray-D]
From the entrance it's pimp shit in full effect
spittin' rhymes getting high off of blunts and X
Well the work whistle blew about a half past five o'clock.
I saw the red light on the corner, man I never tried to stop.
Got pulled over by a man
Smoked the nigga out
Call man fist the fumigation
Run up in ya house
Invade u like the fire nation
Call tha boys over
Run a train like a station
Say
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
just got off a flight
But that don't stop me
Who? Not me
Pop 1 bottles pop 2 bottles pop 3
4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P.
7, 8, 9, so they all dimes,
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
killa hill
Resident, rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent
The street life is the only life I know
I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O
Iranian thoughts
to the club lookin' like a drowned harassed rat
And am greeted not by Miss Rose at the door,
But our friend, Johnny 5-0.
Yes honey, the NYPD shut down
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
on
[mr. pookie]
Let's throw a party fool, fuck it a barbeque
Invite tha ballaz, tha pimps, playaz and hustlaz 2
Got many hoes to chose, so chose em wisely
know this bitch by tha name of danielle
Body of a goddess face from hell
But oh shit, this wasn't the average bitch
Her coochie was cavi and she liked
story all over this world
Every man looking for the perfect girl
He sees her everyday in a magazine
Sees her everynight on a T.V. screen
'cause you to fully load the V
Drop place to place, be crazy over me
Even different nationalities, over seas
However, do a don't emcee, you know me
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
the party at
We open the gate back
Picture me rollin down the town in the lo lo
Greating everyone around but the po po
4 or 5 mean mugs I ain't local
But I
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
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