Lyrics:
at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction
If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts
That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt
Cause
mad
For goodness sake, no need to hate
We were just playin'
So count to 10 (10,9,8,7)
And do it again (6,5,4,3)
And do anything you like my friend
Grab somebody for a quick dance
Boy or girl - it don't matter no more, I'm hot!
Ha, ha, ha ¨C shit
Mix was right
Bold, Lord
Ouch! Ha, ha
lane, ah, for real
(How you want it?) How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (yeah, my nigga, Johnny J)
Livin' in
Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$Hort Dawg, I
and again
J-J-Johnny
Ooh, ooh, all he left was an apple tree
And ooh, where'd he go, and ooh, why'd he leave,
And ooh, why do I grieve?
Now I don?t
DJ Chill, DJ Young Sound
It's going down in the mix like this
Ayyy (ayyy)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see
with the game
They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name
It's mind over matter
I don't mind, you don't matter
Pull a glock
Oh, yeah man, It's Not a Game son
Yo Ra man (Smokin) Yo Ra man, bring it back
We gotta bring them ten of them, nahI'msayin?
And don't forget that Remy
Not done fightin', I don't feel I've lost
Am I dreamin', is there more like us?
Got me feeling like it's all too much
I feel beaten, but I can't
the trap, it hit (hit, hit)
All around the map, you trip (skrrt)
Take it like nine out of ten (yeah)
Think they gon' find that again
Think I gotta bond
mix it up like juicy lacore
I put it on her, time to rock some juicy catore
Take a backseat lets do it in the bj
Yeah I know that sounds so cliche
a crackhead paying you back, shit forget it
Seven, this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely separated
Money and blood don't mix
a visit I pay - and does it pay!"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name,
Of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame,
Said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that
right up in my Visa
If she act up and don't act
Right I cut her off, i don't need her
I mix that flame with that rock
Put that pain on me (Oh)
I mix that
a crackhead paying you back, shit forget it
Seven, this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely separated
Money and blood don't mix
Southern Comfort to keep by my side
I guess the heart just turned to rust
I guess this love just bit the dust
There's nothing I can do for you
It's your
Ooh, I
Ooh, I
I don't wanna be
The wallpaper in the background
I'd rather be
The book by the bed that you can't put down
Don't nobody wanna
slept with him
Even though I make myself come all
The time thinking about it
Anyways help me decide about the
Party and whatever you do
Don't invite Ben
his song
Watching the world go by surprising it goes so fast
Johnny looked around him and said "hey I made the big time at last"
Don't you know
Johnny brought a knife to the disco
And his friend has a copper pipe with his head low
Johnny brought a knife to the disco
Don't fuck widdum cuz he's
these niggas
Got some problems with these bitches
Trigger finger keep itchin'
I pull it, I do it
Drank in my cup, hope this shit don't spill
Pull
think I am finally clean, ah
Ten months sober, I must admit
Just because you're clean don't mean you don't miss it
Ten months older I won't give in
it up and attack, and get a robot commando
If I do it up right and put the head on straight
I'll be saved by the creature that I create
I'll get
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