Lyrics:
Packin ya mans no mail
Or sum you roll wit
She like I'm proud of you whoa
Shut up lil bitch you to controlling
Got a bad hoe Kelly Rowling
Want me
brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot
Now we using code names
How we supposed too
Swear a nigga don’t dance
But I make moves
Bet I pop like bumble gum
Cause I’m flame too
Hope you pick
(Told my girl ima make it and if you stick by me i might even buy you a Benz)
(Hmmmm)
Told my girl ima make it and if you stick by me i might even
Intro:
Yea…..Mr. Criminal Lil Passion
Why these motherfuckers trying to go against our people, homie?
Go against the gente you get smashed out like
check, back on the phones!
I got a caller caller, your name?
Yo, this is Jam who?
Jam! DJ Jam?
DJ Jam! Fuck you doing on the phone? Man
You supposed to be
'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?
Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen
cnd I'm in the booth with this one
Its Nell
cnd don't call me by my real
Name call me Nell
Turn me up a lil bit
This for the ones who ain't
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
little Joshua Gosh
I wish I could of told you to not do the same
'Cause one day it could cost you your name
And this was supposed to be my first
Well well well well well well dis D Pop better know as Mr. Good Stuff
And I got a lil something for all y'all ladies out there listen
They call me
Asshole by nature like my name was Tre
And I don't gangbang, I control the Game
What I'm representin' here's puttin' holes in brains
Oh, I say the same
attention through the night
Maybe I've had too much Rémy, my man's right by my side
Every time I catch you watching me, feel something down my spine
I
attention through the night
Maybe I've had too much Rémy, my man's right by my side
Every time I catch you watching me, feel something down my spine
I
to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This
Applying some pressure I'm sending a blitz
Me and my dogs we moving like pits
These diamonds on me are as cold as it gets
She a lil freak she love
long
And don't tryna fix what you said, nigga, you grown (yeah)
I been goin' hard for the block for a lil' too long
You ain't tryna pull down shop,
Cause it's in my way
Stopping me from being great
Hurry Up
It's too late
Same shit
New day
New me
Old ways
Alright
Ok
Man fuck all the bullshit
I should
Cause it's in my way
Stopping me from being great
Hurry Up
It's too late
Same shit
New day
New me
Old ways
Alright
Ok
Man fuck all the bullshit
I should
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In
still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Hey, Mr
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
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