Lyrics:
The most vital is what they say, more or less
It put my name upon my thigh
It makes me dance, it makes me cry
And when I touch it race cars burn rubber in
everybody laughin' for blocks around
But up there at the court house they didn't laugh
'Cause to type it up it took the whole staff
And when they got through
Everybody eats at my house
Come on inside, grab a seat at the table
Everybody eats at my house
Just walk right in if you are able
Everybody eats
in the air
Throw your hands in the air
Hey fellas, tell 'em what they dealin' with
Big house, throw your hands in the air, big boats
Big cars,
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
The most vital is what they say, more or less
It put my name upon my thigh
It makes me dance, it makes me cry
And when I touch it race cars burn rubber in
right eat right
In the building make sure the babies eat right
Now whoever read me wrong, can start by reading my palm
Make me catch a flashback
Everybody farts, everybody farts
Everybody farts, everybody farts
Where do they come from these smells from behind
From the air we swallow
A made nigga
Napolean:
Nigga I was raised on the streets
I had to hustle just to eat
My role model was killin niggas
So I know I would never be
and
Maybe eat some steak with my beans and rice
A place where my kids can play outside
Without livin' in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from
You know we back, right?
Clear the streets out
Come on with it, ha-ha, Star Trak
Niggas is haters, I'm doin' deals like the majors
Ice Cream
as cold as the clay.
"I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy."
These words he did say as I boldly walked by.
"Come an' sit down beside me an' hear
the hood like, "Whoa"
When everybody's feeling so cold
I cool like Nat King Cole and niggas get a bit of my glow
I got charm like a leprechaun, mamafucker
pride, if I lose again, won't go in the house
I stayed outside, laughin' with my friends, they don't know my life
Daddy issues made me learn losses, I
bitches handy
White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy
When I'm walkin' by, the women sayin', "Who is that nigga?"
I replied, "Hi, I am
stable
I cook em up, pop em down
Eat me it off ya a table
The village got on the phone
Said the street is comin' to town
They wanna check my papers
no man could free
At break of day when that man drove away I was waiting
I crossed the street to her house and she opened the door
She stood there
the getting's good
(Twice a day, twice a day)
(Yeah, twice a day it comes through)
(My grandkids, when it comes through they run out and they look down
style
And niggas know I'm the the best when it come to doing this
And I be banging on my chest
And I bang in the east, and I'm banging in the west
It’s never quite complete,
It’s never ever discrete
But people just disappear
And the people you meet
They come from anywhere
But not just
get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm in the streets with 'em
Look
I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the field with heaters
Let my
heart, baby
Shaolin what? Come on, come on
Dangerous ground, tre pound
Seven spin around
For my bredren the clouds come down
War and peace, I take it
Mike Epps: Yo Cube man how we gon' get somethin' how we gon' eat man?
You know you rappin' this shit we can't do no movies.
My kids is lookin' at me like
a triple beam
We rattle cry your drug of fiend
Saints is my team, that's what we breathe nigga
That's how we eat, get this money on the streets nigga
VL
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