Lyrics:
an ambulance rushin' a shot man
O.D. man, police abused black man to the hospital?
Now what they rushin' for is my intrest?
Rushin' through traffic jam to get
kick that daily
The reason why ya bytch act crazy
Ay, I'm the nigga that ya bytch act crazy
You betta fix that lady, you hit that lately
I get that baby
Ha ha ha ha
As they sailed out to
One, two, three
Well, it was out in California
By the San Diego sea
That was when I was taken in
And it
that ask me for money knowin' I'm in debt
And like my wife said, I still didn't say no
People tryna say I'm goin' crazy on Twitter
My friends' best
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
nigga)
Don't make me go and get the Wraith
I'm trynna dodge another case
Order Ace of Spades by the case
Tell 'em shoot the nigga in his face
I keep
to love but so hard to get
All the girls are crazy for him and that he already knows
I took a look in his little black book and the competition surely
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
Ha ha ha ha
As they sailed out to
One, two, three
Well, it was out in California
By the San Diego sea
That was when I was taken in
And it
to the idea
Of a dream
YEcH
You're spoiled rotten
YEcH YEcH YOU
You're spoiled rotten
Play by the rules!
Keep your mouth shut!
“These entitled brats are
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
love me baby (this shit hot)
Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' get you nothin' but choked (uh-huh)
And that jealousy is only gon' leave you broke (uh-huh
Oariá raiô
Obá obá obá
Oariá raiô
Obá obá obá
Mas que nada
Black Eyed Peas came to make it hotter
We be the party starter
Bubblin' up just
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
Yeah the Graveyard back, yeah
Black Rain
(Mixed by) Graveyard pack
Jail house crowded
Black rain, black rain
Jail house pack
Graveyard crowded
Your love is a miracle
much more than a habit to me
Your love is a miracle
black magic in the first degree
I get by on your sweetness
Got
row in a Tom Ford poncho, yeah (Yeah)
My bitch sit Indian style, yeah
Smokin' on Runtz by the pound (smokin' on Runtz)
Young niggas crazy put switch
the shooting
Cops heard the shots, shit's hot 'cause they're pursuing
But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down
Think I'm gettin caught by
Lovely lady girl you drive me crazy
[Kool Keith]
I know this girl with her own crib in isolation
She's from Puerto Rico half black
before and I can do it again
Sho don't need you to be my man
Yep, yep (hey) get up on the TLC tip
Bad by myself
I can do bad, bad by my damn self
Nation
Told you in the jam that we can get down
Now let's knock the boots like the group H-Town
You got BBD all on your bedroom wall
But I'm above
Instead of feelin' broke
Buck up and get yourself in the black
Instead of losing hope
Touch up the things that feel out of whack
Instead of being old
Be
really gotta take it
Put this mack up to you face it
Doin' what we gotta do to survive
Just ask Kweli doin' what we do to get by
Some niggaz stick
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