Lyrics:
You could buy me diamonds
You could buy me pearls
Take me on a cruise around the world
Baby you know I'm worth it
Dinner lit by candles
Run my
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum
yeah (it's lit)
You like to get me high
You don't want no one beside ya
You like when I make fire
You say, "La Flame, keep makin' fire" (keep makin'
them up cent by cent
I started with a quarter
It was worth twenty-five cents
Each dime was worth ten
So I added both of them
Got thirty-five, forty-five
I could understand it
V the beat bandit who bring heat for the mic, unhand it
Whoever go after burn they hands and lips
A lot of rappers ran
throw my date-book over the fence
And find me one for five or ten cents
I'll keep it 'til it's covered with age
'Cause I'm writin' your name down
throw my date-book over the fence
And find me one for five or ten cents
I'll keep it 'til it's covered with age
'Cause I'm writin' your name down
We took a trip to garden Grove
It smelled like lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party, $5 at the door
It gets so real
they really ain't shit, they ain't said shit
It don't make dollars, it don't make cents/sense
I moved to East Atlanta at the age of 9
Real cold
You could buy me diamonds
You could buy me pearls
Take me on a cruise around the world
Baby you know I'm worth it
Dinner lit by candles
Run my
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!"
two times
And young nigga, keep coastin'
Turn on the DVD and watch myself on TV
It's killings after killings but they don't know it's me
It's lil'
over the fence
Find me one for five or ten cents
Keep it till it's covered with age
Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page
Say hey, good
a dollar to get in and twenty-five cents a beer
They play rock and roll music like it hasn't been rocked for years
Well she's sexy and seventeen...
throw my date-book over the fence
And find me one for five or ten cents
I'll keep it 'til it's covered with age
'Cause I'm writin' your name down
throw my date-book over the fence
And find me one for five or ten cents
I'll keep it 'til it's covered with age
'Cause I'm writin' your name down
spit
Speak my own slang-uage
Still I am the real-iest
Surrounded by Ciroc but your boy sipping Hennesey
Loves is a hospital and I was born in V
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
along with me
It's cheaper to keep her
(It's cheaper to keep her)
By the time you get through
Looking that judge in the face
You're gonna wanna
only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record
some pagoda
She orders soda
Earth-shake milk-shakes, ten cents a piece.
They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, By Jingo! I'ts worth the price.
Back in
and real phony
Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot, what?
Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don't
orders soda
Earth shake, milk shakes, ten cents a piece
They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, by jingo, it's worth the price back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers
dancing
Just ain't what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait 'til real late
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