Lyrics:
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
a lot of games
But with you it's not the same.
For you, I'm'ma ride.
I want you by my side,
I feel like them ghetto boys. (She playin with my mind)
I'm'ma
a lot of games
But with you it's not the same.
For you, I'm'ma ride.
I want you by my side,
I feel like them ghetto boys. (She playin with my mind)
I'm'ma
a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
We comin' through to take control
Pull up with a bad little bitch (yeah, yeah), I'm in the Bentley coupe (yeah)
Money bussin' out the stash, had to take the load up out the room (man,
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
the tarp, sir
I'm growin' weed for my mama there
I've got a paved driveway and photos in the hallway of me on my Harley
And I did it my way
See, hip-hop
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
You been on my mind more than a minute
I was wasting time splitting decisions
But when I pick you up
I'ma take you down
You been on my mind more
[Chorus]
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
Stretch
I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm
Have a lot of trouble copin', my friend
I'm surrounded by folks when they lovin' me the most and
The goad is really croakin', within
Thought I was
it's often out of tune
And there are lots of broken fingers
In the dark parts of my room
Please don't touch
Please don't stop and stare
Yes I thank you
Yeah
I'm folding to embark
Some pieces had to click, made some hundreds with the stars
And my dummies in the mix, fans only gettin' bars
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
my washing done
Auntie Joe died of cancer God didn't have an answer
Rhythm was a dancer
Any room for a chancer? That's me in the corner, thanks sir
I've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles
Shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles
I've caused some great concern and told one
Ol' mackin-ass Mix is back
I'm slangin' that game on 28 tracks
Yep yep, pack 'em in a Benz
Take 'em to my house, straight let 'em all in
Call
with the pack feeding
When I was young I had visions of another world
Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my brother hurl
Incense smoke made vortices
purgе, uh
VVS diamonds dancing
Popped out to another mansion
I done seen some niggas panic once
They see my stash and vanish
Made it here, they couldn't
take the heat, slow down
(Oh, slow down)
It's wicked in these streets
[Snoop]
Life ain't nothing but a big old twist
A lot of times when I'm
money, take money money
My man Tay-Kwan like the chicks a lot
Even when he hustled he kept them in his spot
He liked to fuck a lot and make the rubber pop
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
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