Lyrics:
live
Ain't no surprise
Take me so high
Jump and don't stop
Surfing the crowd, ooh-ooh
Said I gotta be the man
I'm the head of my band
Mic check,
the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin' home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O., uh
Back of my mind I hope she swallow (Uh-huh)
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast
Nigga get ??? no problem Barry
You no cemetery, Home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man
as you ride, right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty-girl don't pass
is "The Villain"
My homey from the see-P-T, cold chillin
Now as time flies by I see the game gettin mo' reala
As I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it?
Goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off
Used to be hard now you're just wet and soft
First you was down with the AK
And now I see you on a video with
pissed 'cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take?
I ain't goin' nowhere, no
(Chase P with the heat)
Aye, aye
Tick tock ya don't stop
aye, aye
Aye, aye,
Tic tock
aye, look
Smoking on these diamond swisher sweets feeling
ran up more dollars than followers
Me and bae take the week off in Cabo
Life's a gamble, I'm playin' the lotto
I'm bettin' it all 'cause I know that
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
The Chronic, slangin' fat ki's from my block
And it don't stop
Tell me where ya wanna go
To the strip
Or take a trip ballin' with the Row?
My shit off in ya
P. Nigga, you ain't got shit betta to do than play on the muthafuckin' phone?"
[MP]-"Man, take me off muthafuckin' speaker-phone an' pick the phone
breakdown...y'all can break now
My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp
Make yourself exempt
P**** footin' around don't be gettin' y'all nowhere but
Somethin' like a bad habit, we ain't have it, we gon' take it
Came up off a fifty slab, now my bag big as yappers
Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me
city of the crime scene
Paint a better picture call me ace Banksy
They scoop you off the floor like fall raked leaves
Nigga take a knee 'cause this
Dissin' on lil K, you get hit up with them K's
Big double G, my grime itchin to let it spray
Yeah, my grimlin so grimey, I can't stop nun
He want take off
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Baby don't you want to leave this V.I.P
And finish off this party in my hotel suite
Girl just follow me because I got room
That's why my brain is out of order
Because it takes just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter
And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I
-E-are
S-you-P-E-are
S-you-P-E-are
S-you-P-E-are
When we play a show
It's good to know
You are in the crowd
We hear you scream so loud
You like to dance
And take
motherfuckers to take off their clothes
Butt naked nothin' left but the shoes
I had up a 9 so they couldn't refuse
I shot the nigga he was outa there
And tied
gizzard
Jump on the carpet, let's take a spin
Everybody's waitin for the show to begin
Up to the top, by the neck, and let you go
Try to land in a glass
Your school get dazed like G by G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, payin' no bills
and you ride Greyhound, oh
Just your luck, they on strike
Take off the wedding band, put out the thumb, time to hitch-hike
And the more you walk,
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