Lyrics:
in fo' vogues
Pimpin' fo' hoes and I'm packin' fo' fo's
Now look who creepin', look who crawlin' still ballin' in the mix
It's that six-six long
Watch out
It's still his mix
Pedas
Watch out
I can't explain the way I walk my ways
Day by day I'm still on today
O JLNJ, don't you choose to fade
nigga mix cuts he a scientist
He a pharmacist he a alchemist
Watch em flip and stack it a rack it quick
Anything for a bag they gon crack ya wig
I got his
night
So we could make plans for Thursday night
He said "We could go hit the Peapods"
I was like "yeah, that's my favorite spot"
Plus I like it there
and
I'm still on the grind
When you ain't in my clique
It's hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!
I don't dream now that I'm
Written by : Victor Roberts
It’s King Vic , y’all ain’t ready for this one
Mix on mix mix ,
Let’s go ,
Too many snakes up in this grass
then Up that check
I know he hurt you
Owhoo whaoo woo woo
Your smile it Blaze the Moon
I say it to your face
Girl I love you too
You can read it in my
code at club Katana
And jewish lawyers got us laughing in court at your honor
I skipped school 'cause gear my had me embarrassed
Now it's Rodeo Drive
I'm the king, yo I'm like the son of Jesus
We got guns, and we'll use 'em, so please believe it (Yeah)
Last had to try me, yeah I looked passed him
niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
it's like this, word
In this life every night I'll find the right type in the mix
Like Jack and Coke with limelight
Funny how we do wrong things
the walls
Thats all they saw
[Verse 5: The Game]
Hip Hop ain't dead, it just took a couple shots
I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots
The kings
like a lobster
All blacks D's on it, hoes holla
Slidin through your area
Why is they comparin us?
Serious, numbers on my check
Look like a serial
And I
complicated
She was gone by the month
Tell me shawty wassup
I've been stacking the bucks
Getting money like the lotto, you would think that I won
Mix the liquor
the greatest
Walk in this club, out the roof, and it's raining
Feel like Travis, keep it Stormi in this bitch
Feel like Senju when I'm saying "we don't mix"
Feel
picking up my crown
Kings for the weekend, we can roll out
Molly my best friend
Pop it in my mouth
Red neck hit it from the South
Tell your girl shhh pipe
How-How come
You gotta be so cold?
"Played with mix emotions"
Some-times
Sometime when it rains it snows
"Played with mix emotions"
You'll-find
Night time
that's how it goes and none of my dogs legit
I'm still tryna buy these poles for the low, man, I'm bargainin'
I ain't a pharmacist, I mix rebase with
It's a kodak moment
We the three live crew
She like dark skin niggas
Like I'm kodak to
Bitch I'm in the strip club
With ho you call boo
And she
out, nigga
It ain't 'bout a check, pussy nigga
Don't check for me
For disrespect, send a bullet respectfully
I put my niggas on
You know that we next
If you're stressing, let it go. Got some bands we finna throw
We (Drop it)
Stroll up to the club, you're in the line across the street
And you know I
finger
Wrist to my bling, yeah, my fever is king, yeah
I'm telling you where we bring it
I type by A-K-S-K
I type by centing, yeah
Yeah, yeah, me boy dem
duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you
section wildin
Call the bartender over champagne nun cheap
Tell the waiter one check put it all on me
Hunnit dollar signs really all I see
I remember trynna
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