Lyrics:
with a shorty from Iceland
Who old dad put 'em up on white sand
Starving to make a wack debut he came through the lobby
Three culture Devilles with
Who's that
Who's that nigga named DB
Tryna hit a lick like CeCe
F****n' wit a b***h like KeKe
Bad little thotty wit' a body like RiRi
Time to get it
Blow jib is magic like the Skull Kid
Like getting blown by 80 twisters
I’m trying to smack ya with my wand like a cranky wizard
You know that would be so
Don't call me Lionol on vinyls
Don't make em honor the find you
Who do I have to remind you
Time after time now ya time due
Bad chocolate thang call
Clap, clap, I'm outta here
A star wit' a deal, ya pa be on chill
The car is Deville
It's real ill, pardon the grill
It's foreign my nillz (foreign)
Cruise
idea
Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya but I'm more worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rapper
That's why I'm limpin' off wit
Catch flights to and fro, nigga who you know?
No one important, just another nigga flossing
Gotta seal, what I'm touching is real
You just a clone wit
be in Russia
I'mma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mask
Wit' da limited edition classic
Rhymes
sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good
[Verse 1]
[Skinny Deville]
My yeaga lookin like one of them days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with
my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you
I'm on a
Mission makin' ends in my Benz bendin corners
Fools be Coupe deVille yet still I stay real wit mine
If the ten reaches dome, so long! So
[Chorus - Snoop Dogg]
Ma! I think it's safe to say
You ain't seen a playa lay this way
Or playa game this way
Wit a attitude, like - and ya don't
ILL DISMISS
ANY MC WHO TRIES TO GO AGAINST THIS
MY CREW IS EVERY NIGGA
I REPRESENT THE VAN WYCK AN 1-3-4 ILL CONNECT WIT AT THE DOOR
CLOSE YA WINDOW
ILL
and dunk
Im just tryna hit a lick
Hit a lick on Donald trump
If all I do is tell ya lies
Find a bitch who wont
You a juvenile wit lies
You wear dat shit
Catch me on the outside, riding - sliding
I love rough sex, not a hickey but bitemarks
I want a lil Scorpio, Libra, Sag
It's jus who I'm compatible wit
spray-pump hit yo' chest, and finally realize
Who you're fuck with, fuckin' with them niggaz in Cleveland
Ya do whateva like he say
Then flip again, in
owned by Indians, who then would learn to burn
A tragedy, because from them there was so much to learn
You will find the key to life is checking for you
the streets/
Thinkin they can sell out a show by sendin a Tweet/
I aint fuckin wit producers overchargin for beats/
700? Now ya track sound garbage to me/
I
The Blunt Right
We Tell Em Puff, Puff Pass Wit Yo Punk Ass
I Said Puff, Puff, Pass Wit Yo Punk Ass
[Hook:]
I Smell That Sticky Icky
Who Got That
Definitely people see that I got the hang of it
Pig you gotta try to make a mockery of a city
Who
Pock em pock em damn we dangerous
Came to get strange wit
the
Gas runs out (there goes ya Benz)
They just don't make my breed no more
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I don't deal wit the nonsense,
(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon' do?) Feel
(Ya Ya)
You’ll turn to a fan
And everyone else gonna know who I am
I’m not chasing Gaula or chasing these bandz
But making sum money just comes wit
blockwork
First it was bud then it was crack
I'm changing shirts like bitches not sure
They don't even know who I am
I'm running low key till my buzz
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