Lyrics:
can suck my dick
I got em whip like miracle
Ludacris lyrical fool
We dirty south
Shut up yo mouth
We rock jewels
No holds barred
But obey the block
nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I don't stop rappin' like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell
Tell 'em that I'm GS9, Coke Boy
And tell 'em we brought guns for the smoke, boy
My nigga French still get it by the boat, boy
Say that Shmoney ain't
keep in the dark
I was alone until I found Johnny
He was a good boy until he got behind me
No she didn't, yes she did!
I got a monkey on my back
Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow in the E-Class with the goggles
'96 model, Bad Click on the stroll
(Tell 'em how we roll) cruise control
studio
What do ya know
Nigga jumped out of the video and fucked you up
Aw shit
Here come the police
Now tell me what it is you want?
I got the same
for them
I ain't ever been the G at the bar
That get them bitches hella wet just by seeing his arms
You know the boy about the leg work
I plant
a trail
So sit back peep my game, I got a story to tell
I came from a gang with niggaz who do crime
They didn't rat they niggaz out when they came
that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap unemployed
and Snowman, it's a wrap (let's get it)
Strapped up in the club, yeah, I'm so crazy
These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze (ha-ha)
I tried to tell 'em
wheres ya rhyme tell me buck wheat.
[Buck wheat]
Buck wheat is a waskal
thats no Chrismas
and all the toys, boys and girls
fuck ya wishes
I got happy over
a waskal
That's no Christmas
And all the toys, boys and girls
Fuck ya wishes
I got happy over joy in this muthafucka
No indo under my tree so Santa
goodbye, let me tell ya how I hit 'em
CL, Pete Rock, G Rap, Maxwell
Big Daddy, Q-Tip and ah me as well
Time to say peace, thank Pete for the beats
This
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
you brick
It's what makes me tick
The way the team decided by just one kick
Now do the grand slam, damn
Take you back so far, I got you flyin' Pan Am
I
corns live life on the cobb
Bitches ridiculous im calling em Rob
I'm eating exquisite you eating on slop
The homie need bitches, I got 3 waiting look like
the kind that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap
(Mouse drop the track
That'll make you bounce it back, what?)
Yeah
Haha
Tell 'em
Yeah, uh
Weezy bad, naw, really, I'm good
Sound like
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill
How you livin' Streetlife? I'm surrounded by criminals
Serial killers tote guns without the serial
the stairs 'cause
I had to show 'em the steps
I just be floating on this
Beat like it's water, shit
I might just need me a vest (Yeah)
Baby, come tell me what
the stairs 'cause
I had to show 'em the steps
I just be floating on this
Beat like it's water, shit
I might just need me a vest (Yeah)
Baby, come tell me what
It's Blackstarx
It's a bad man thing you know!
Oh yeah, heard 'em say
Say baby boy you bad oh
Huh, heard 'em say
Them say you the one oh
Huh, heard
was really fake
I'd be lusting for ya cousin if
It wasn't for His Grace
Yeah, he took me outta nothing and
He made ya boy a saint
Yeah, they tell me
Tell em free my nigga out the slammer
Black and white whips
Designer on kicks
Got me feeling like a panda
Put a dot on his legs
Can't stand up
All
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