Lyrics:
my time (time)
She gon' get hers before I
I'm gonna take it slow
I'm not gonna rush the stroke
If you don't know by now Doggy Dogg is a freak,
on manly in me
So I'm afraid
That I can't complain (Huh, ha!)
I don't mind
If you wanna come by my crib
And chill,
But just be sure
That you call me first
my time (time)
She gon' get hers before I
I'm gonna take it slow
I'm not gonna rush the stroke
If you don't know by now Doggy Dogg is a freak,
licky, fuck the dicky dicky
And the quickie, gimme your loot
Your MAC-11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps
Shouldn't compete if you
I'm the hardest in the game
It's the Rock, I ain't talkin Jay, Biggs and Dame
I'm talkin bling-bling, crack pipe and a collar
I make bums fight
I'm gonna take my time (time)
She gon' get hers before I
I'm gonna take it slow
I'm not gonna rush the stroke
If you don't know by now
Doggy Dogg
against the world
Oh-oh
Stuck in the game
Me against the world, baby
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
The dudes have envied him for so long
[Chorus]
Oh, Superfly
You're gonna make your fortune by and by
But if you lose, don't ask no questions why
The dudes have envied him for so long
[Chorus]
Superfly
You're gonna make your fortune by and by
But if you lose, don't ask no questions why
The only
Swaggin' on you hoes and I'm shittin' on you niglets (got swag, bitch)
So little homie, peep game (yeah)
'Cause these other rappers lame and don't care
you can fade me
You're running games
And I know what's happening
Punk bitches you're all about gaffle
For the gov got ticked for a long ride (uh)
Yeah
licky, fuck the dicky dicky
And the quickie, gimme your loot
Your MAC-11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps
Shouldn't compete if you
introduce myself
My peeps call me Dilla
Known to write and produce myself
Also I'm a pimp by nature
Worked hard though
Ball more than the NBA does, it's
gettin' me by
Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs
Peep the whole scene
Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the house bitch).
With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah.
(Peep
the G.O.A.T
They call me the G.O.A.T
Peep the position I hold
It's like I went under oath
They call me the G.O.A.T
They call me the G.O.A.T
Peep the position I
a damn when it come to freaking hoes
Call up forty hoes, and have a rolly peep show
And when you give me something, you gone want something back
This
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by
Same league that defends
Be
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by
Same league that defends
Be
dead, overdosed on shrooms
Let's cruise, drive by on-site
Ride like a bike
For my Zombie homies kill tonight
F-F-F-Flatbush Zombie, A$AP Mobbing
Hit
kill it? Kill It
The way she got it poppin'
Oh, it's probably hotter than a skillet
But baby don't tweek like you ain't no freak
Peep I keep my game
the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust
You may end up gettin' rushed by too many to handle us (ha)
It's funny, I guess money does have its
a peep ho
This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition
It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre
Call in the doctor
He's been rocked and socked-up
Call
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