Lyrics:
fooker triple your cash criple your stash pass shooker the past
Ain't never the last to teach lessons my peeps fucking up in the streets keep
Guessing my
to go after B
And I still smash on C
I got two fifth on me
Like the quarterback of the cheese
I'm in the field, no cleats
Breakin' that seal by the P
Infinitis for my girl for givin'
Birth to my queen
3 G's worth of chronic a week
Promoters was mad
I stopped doin' shows to spend
Time in the street
Loot
Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around
Down Main Street after midnight with a brand new
them niggaz that you love to get (us)
Who them niggaz that you fuckin' wit' (us)
Love the girl that weed and shit (what)
The saga continues, with
pass the Wasabi
I'm so low that my scrotum's almost dragging up on the concrete
My seat is leather, alright, I'm lying, it's pleather
But girl, we
kind of energy
That comes out of friction
Grows thousand times stronger
Triggers countless chain-reactions
Walking down the street
cs I stay connected
gonna cancel me?
Twenty awards on the mantle-piece
Pyramid Stage at Glastonbury
Girls in the crowd got their hands on me
About you wanna cancel who
weed
Skunk with no seeds! - A sip of Hennessy.
Pass to D! - Or maybe movin' solo!
Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no.
Tell me I ain't
These niggaz wearin' skirts like the pope
Who them niggaz that you love to get (us)
Who them niggaz that you fuckin' wit' (us)
Love the girl that weed
the bed head
Who is it? (Fred) Who?
Who the fuck is Fred, I stood by the door
By that time someone jumped in the window
Now what the fuck was I do?
And clutch my nutsack and spit all who pick at me
A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
And clutch my nutsack and spit all who pick at me
A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
cause of his hard head, that he was so loose
He was in love with another girl every day
And when we asked him why, he'd only say
(I'm the kinda guy who
Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around
Down Main Street after midnight with a brand new
And
See how you get back to
What try to distract you
Yeah
Let me add to
The mix
Pass the assist
Your the main reason
That my passion is this
When they
that you cheated
I kept it real with you girl, I guess you was tryna get even
I feel like Adam, you're my Eve, we in the Garden of Eden
How the fuck
me
Yo, you're just gonna get your ass kicked
Homeboy throw in the towel
Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell
The Godfather of Soul in the belly
the L.A. Leakers, believe that
Y'all already know what it is man
If you don't you should by now
Hahahahaha
[Chorus]
cause of his hard head, that he was so loose
He was in love with another girl every day
And when we asked him why, he'd only say
(I'm the kinda guy who
like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (get up)
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never
and told him
'You'll be okay'
A lot of rappers are desperate to
Be a star by the day they hydroplanin'
They hopin' that they catch they big break
What are
[originally performed by The Who]
[I. Her Man's Been Gone]
Her man's been gone
For nigh a year
He was due home yesterday
But he ain't here
Her
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