Lyrics:
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3
planters
Who swallow lit roaches
And light up like jack-o-lanterns
Outsiders baby, and we suing the courts
'Cause we're dope as fuck and only get a two
my whole crew is blazing at you
With macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush
You thought that you could come around my way and beef, stupid fuck
We in the streets, playa, get your mail
It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere
to Mister Mef
See that logo on my chest, save a damsel in distress
Hot shit, in the song, got to Get Until It's Gone
Kids wanna get it on get smacked up
or no size
See me, I graduated these streets in 05
Still live and die by these rules, you know why?
This ain't nothin' new, this ain't nothin' new
is falling
And friends are calling, "Yoo hoo",
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
We should pop more champagne this year
Than we did last year
And we should live like it's the only life we get
There's nowhere else past it
You could get stole or maybe beat with a pole
Then you'll want to retaliate, regroup and come back
So you set the brothers up for a sneak attack
And in between sips of coffee
He poured this wisdom out
Said, "If you want my two cents on making a dollar count
Buy dirt
Find the one you can't live
Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote
Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat
I got my mind made up, come on (come on)
Get in, get in t it
It's a big job gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been workin' man, dang near all my life but I'll keep workin'
Long as my two hands are
[Chorus: x2]
More money, more cash, more hoes (what)
More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)
More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)
More money, more
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
gunning
And keep them shook crews running, like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face, you're in
the fear
Cause I'll get over and believe I'll come back at you
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
Yo,
gets done, the colors won't run
The funk hits the square, the kids gotta come
The pizza with the pop, the west 4th stop
The crew after crew that do
live it up
We can go crazy
Live it up
You and me baby
Live it up, live it up, live it up
We're flying high
Don't want to come down
We'll
the fear
Cause I'll get over and believe I'll come back at you
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
Yo,
(can I get a rhyme to go)
Hell yeah, Pac, I'll sit back, straight up design it slow (uh)
They hate to see a young nigga (come up)
Another punk (run
up
(Yo hut one, hut two, hut three, hut)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get
taboo"
[HOOK]
[Verse 2]
We used to rap, now y'all wanna come and get me with a bat?
Y'all must be smokin crack, with Pookie from New Jack
How could y'all
grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I
ain't slammin and the deejay ain't def
I snatch the needle up off the record and send somebody to get Jeff
(Oh yeah!) when Jeff comes back with his
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