Lyrics:
Pick em' apart
Peeling off
I got the light on me
Who's in the dark
Lemon and lime on it
Seasoning sauce
I got the drip drip sick
Making me cough
Boy
Pick em' apart
Peeling off
I got the light on me
Who's in the dark
Lemon and lime on it
Seasoning sauce
I got the drip drip sick
Making me cough
Boy
Doin' it for years
He even got himself a slogan
"Suck my dick for careers"
Louis CK told us one time this
Is how you do it
I tell 'em if they fuck me then
make shit up, ayy
If I ain't a real boy, what you call it?
I don't think you want no problems
I'm authentic
Got a Bela and a heater when I'm off in
Ha ha
[Special K] One by one
[all three] The Treacherous Three crew, with master one
[Kool Moe Dee] I'm Kool Moe Dee y'all and I am so fresh
[all
back, boy, I'm comin' straight outta Compton
Yo Ren
Whassup?
Tell 'em where you from!
Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga
More punks
03:22
LETRAS
Never thought I'd see you like this, tell me what is wrong
You got to keep your head up 'cause you know that you are strong
You won't need
In Here Mayne.
Tell Em The Name, Tell Em The Name. Chamillitary Mayne.
(Chamillionaire Chorus)
I Hear You Talkin That Talk (That Talk), I Heard You
In Here Mayne.
Tell Em The Name, Tell Em The Name. Chamillitary Mayne.
(Chamillionaire Chorus)
I Hear You Talkin That Talk (That Talk), I Heard You
a band
Throw up bread, you should learned it by now
Make 'em say, "ugh, " then examine her mouth
Then it's get to stepping
I'm kicking Pamela out (Get
real; aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord, please
where I'm sittin' you don't stand a chance
In the city of gold-diggers do it for the gram
In my city them cold killers do it for a gram
Told 'em
Tell 'em
Ooh boy I love you so (Yeah)
Never ever ever gonna let you go(Yeah, saved by the beats nigga)
Once I get my hands on you(7282, Yeah 7282)
Ooh boy I
Tell 'em squad only
Tell me what you know about that?
World in my palm, boss chick in my lap
Real ones with me on the race for the racks
Big dogs here,
'em squad only
Tell me what you know about that?
World in my palm, boss chick in my lap
Real ones with me on the race for the racks
Big dogs here, if
flash, we living fast
I'm Jimmy neutron, I gotta blast
(Ay) Fuck a diss
Bottled issa bliss (fuck em)
Yungin stuntin frontin who that boy who him is (who
Drop in this bitch and you got slap wit em
Didn't I tell you bitch ass niggas move along man?
Before your goofy ass get smoked! MOB
Get a brick
Bust
with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
think ten million what Shady paid him
I tell 'em, "No", they talk down on me and try to play it
Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave
'm still spendin' that Kris Kross cream
Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy watch tell big boy time
Everybody know I got the recipe, so y'all know
Y'all
scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin' on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin' (itch)
Fuckin' with the wrong one, trippin'
Thirty round extension for
look back or I turn to salt
Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
Can't relate
look back or I turn to salt
Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
Can't relate
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