Lyrics:
that's what's up, be clear it's goin' down
And if you wanna holla' at bust call us up right now
Phone lines is open, what y'all, wanna discuss?
What's
C'mon, yeah, Face Mob, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh
His name is Jigga, yeah, what's happenin' baby?
Wsup, wsup witcha? Tryin' to get this loot
Yeah, know
Holla bloody merry look into the eyes of the demon
When you see a thug like that keep screaming
I smoke green with the reapor
I'm from the ghetto
stay what's up?
It's Pimp C know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I'ma holla at some of my partners
Niggas that's cool with me
Niggas that done smoke with me
[Verse 1]
Ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom
What a dog gotta do?
Let me holla at ya boo
Damn I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
And all that good stuff
Was
Suggest we take this here home (oh, yeah)
So we can make a love song
I can be the best part of you waking up
Shawty holla at me if that sound
Okay
Ah
with the lleyo
They rock it up like Play-Doh
They cook it up like Waco
Better do what I say so
Better lay low, cause you fuckin' with a halo
Death
put a sock in your mouth, let da monkey out
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out
Say, oh ooh ah ah
and wonder, play it by the numbers
When you ride like lightning then you crash like thunder
Seen your baby mama she ain't even know if she should speak
What
There's no need to run
So, Happy Valentine's Day, hey
(Every day the 14th)
Now I may have it all wrong, see
If you know what loves mean
Well, (somebody
what)
Girl if your man start acting up
I got some in the trunk that'll back him up
(say what) you see, Weezy my rider, N-O
Honor the highest MO higher
Roll up the Swishers, get money lay low
Just ask them bitches, I ball like J Bo
Rose' we piss it, get money lay low
Shine in my pictures, pull up
the time where we live in a world where you haven't said "yes" or "no" yet. And regrettably I end up using the word "destiny." I don't remember in what
to double up (One on each arm)
And you know 'm bout to double up (I got one on each arm)
Double Up
I flow through the spot, Kells on the prowl
I see
Yo, Fresh, you ready?
I'm ready, man, let me do this (run it, run it)
What? What? What? What? (Sheeit)
What? What? What? What you, what you need,
bitch up, and blow ya syst' up.
This that that get ya jive talkin',
East side artist C-Walkin',
People, people, listen closely,
I sing it 'cause
bladder boy ya pissing me off
Before you even started so what
So long see you fly by my try how else
Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye.
man a arm strong
But wait yuh arm green
Yuh haffi carry yuh family pon di scene
Brand new yuh see what I mean
World dance a done by di kings
Girls, zom dom dom dom dom girls, zom dom dom dom dom girls
(Konvict Music)
Zom dom dom dom dom
(Hey!)
Girls fi tek note when mi mark up dem
up rahrah?
Nigga, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherfuckin' outlaw
That's right nigga, hahaha, housin' these hoes, you feel me?
Aight, kno'what
of me, sincerely
I'm Israeli, machetes is cris, Swiss and Bailey's
Snuggled up, mink on, call it a cover up
Just like two murders in the hood, I'mma double
I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin' shots
'Til I see my niggas free on the block
But no it ain't easy
'Til I see my niggas free,
Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side 'til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck
slow
For this lady you are carrying
Lord, I hate to see here go
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, lord, by and by
There's a better home
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