Lyrics:
the mothauckin' buldin'
And we doin' it, so, so mothauckin' big
Big charts in te buldin'
M dolla in the buldin'
We gettin' money nigga
And when you see me in
mind hm
I'm tired of these fake ads
Sayin' you can become an influencer
Grow by thousands for 2.97 today
I really wonder how many influencers are fake
We gon' let the band deal with this
Ha ha, mmm-hmm
M-I-A Style, heh, old school, uh hah
Okay, shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ah hah,
We gon' let the band deal with this
Ha ha, mmm-hmm
M-I-A Style, heh, old school
Uh hah
Okay, shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ridin
blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, 'cause nowadays kids is getting fucked by their reverend
So many people, you gotta make exceptions 'cause
Get Funky!
Who woulda guessed,
We'd be doin' it like this,
Scandalous,
For all the brothers who can't handle this,
Thousand Foot takin' up mad
no time to be waitin' on
This is it, this is the only life we got
I be saying that, but I'm still tryna' figure that out
So what gives?
Been tryna get
Never really mattered what it is you say
I sip the blood like you do Dousse
I'll shake the earth off one mood swing
Kizuki doin our moon thing
Number two
goals
Yeah I'll take two pair of those
I love the way my toes feel in the cyberfoam soles when I'm doin shows
Who knows, I'm prepared to go to and fro
All
by Ms. Dot 'partment
Ay, ay Bubba Sparxx shoot we down to the spot
Them young G's up on that corner, done made the porch hot
Them folk say they
Couples pics and then we on to the next
Grab a bag then we move to the next
Swiping cards then it's probably amex
What you want mmm whatever the max
and then we never did drop
You still here to jam me in two thousand and one
Then me and D'll take the money and run
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Hey, hey, hey
for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
One, two and you don't stop, yo my
P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In the ghetto we turnin' fine hoes into petals
hands on our metals never have to fetch
P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In the ghetto we turnin' fine hoes into petals
hands on our metals never have to fetch
I go deeper
She in love wit my dick she a screamer
When I'm done she want more like a sequel
So we run a part two like a sequel
Blowing gas doin shit
I tell my neighbor, don't ask for a favor (Nah)
Dirty Diana, been tryna save her (Hee Hee)
It's 2 AM, I'm back on road we just linked
I need more
Richard, the floor needs sweeping
(Okay boss) now stack some shelves up (Okay)
Richard, we need more chips (Okay)
By now you must know mans pissed
But I'm
the process (process)
Still addicted to the streets, can't hide it (hide it)
Walk around with two Glizzy's in my pocket (pocket)
Already cocked it, flip
can't quit, 'cause we on da grind [Daz (Kurupt)] Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-you-are-you-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know
they doin' bad
Every time we come outside, we say, "Look at they dirty ass."
He ain't worried 'bout it, he just keep his head up
And say, "One day, I'ma
thuggin
Turned out by the streets
We third world livin in my city
Our children turned killers
Got the eyes of a murderer
And they couldn't be littlier
Young
youngsters thats out there on the streets
and we doin' what we wants to
now watch the block bleed
[verse 2]
it's no mystery when i'm in ride mode
it's Cuervo
thing
Baby, let me take a look
Oh Lord, me want all the girls in the whole world
I know what I'm doin' is so wrong
But, since no man can focus
We
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