Lyrics:
don't know my family
I'm Chinee get this price tag off of me
In China we have TV finally
I can see show called Simpson family
Why they yellow? That make
mad, me and the crew they sad
We live by code who is you Look like a hatin ass nigga boy you spooked
We making moves got you shook oh boy they mad
We
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
I heard that's for silly stunts
I said, nah they burn slower
Right now I really don't know ya
But maybe later on I can get to show ya
A ghetto
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
in my britches Kenny Texas ranger
L'etranger I'm the stranger
Blow Bombay, 36 chambers on a banger
Might nut in a bitch but later she fucking a hanger
to prove the fact that I
Don't wanna get sued for
Sampling on my song DEATHCAMP that
Appeared on Cherry Bomb
Now, I rarely sample i usually play
Whether you rap or you don't rap (ha-ha-ha)
Duck 'fore you get rushed (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Get stuck fucking with us (D12)
'Cause
We still don't give
on
the floor gettin ready for the party tonight through it up if your down
to roll
[Verse 1]
Come on come on lets do it again 2 double o 1 dropin it nbk with
Y’all must not know who I am
I don't get to the spot till 2 AM
Don’t be mad, lil' mama, cuz you not in
E'r'r'body wanna roll with the crew I’m in
They
of hollow tips
Tec, 9 millimeter, glock or 22
Mafia style, don't even fuck with the pimpsta crew
Bust the yak and pass me that bud sack
Cause niggaz with
scared (you scary)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (doot-doot-doot)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (the feds)
I'm
Cryptozoic skin walker Texas ranger
Spirit flowin through you when you bump this banger
Passion of the anti Christ, baby boomer slayer
Get low like my self
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
don't give a fuck, bout the things you accomplish
I live in Texas, where we got snakes by the dozens
Truth be told, I only like three of my cousins.
Momma
the top down
Raspberry Roger Clemens throwing 90 off the mound
Nolan Ryan Texas Rangers with the sunset hounds
Half a ticket on my neck every time I pop
the top down
Raspberry Roger Clemens throwing 90 off the mound
Nolan Ryan Texas Rangers with the sunset hounds
Half a ticket on my neck every time I pop
these hands that grip the wheel of my Hoopty
Chorus
Verse 2:
These working hands done seen a lot of 9 to fives
None long enough to get me some
so...
[Wiseguy]
Yo, yo, yo; can I get a chance to drop in the cipher?
Set the shit on fire
Yo why the, beats stop?
I don't know the beat-box is coming in
Yeah
I Wake Up, Get Fly
Take Pictures? Hell Nah
My crew, 2 Live
Cooking, stir fry
I wake up, too fly
Hotter than July
Wanna kick it, Muay Thai
off me, I throw the assist
Don't get confused, these tricks are for kids
Tback and Benny you know what it is
Been feelin like roddy, cuz I'm gettin rich
Verse 2: Lek Ratt (40 Thevz)
More temptation than faith
I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet
by a boy with an AK
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
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