Lyrics:
a psychopath
But half the time, while I'm scramblin and gamblin to pay the rent
I'm livin day by day and cent by cent
By the end of the week my knees feel weak,
Uh-huh
Okaay
Alright
Yea
This what a do yeah I do this
Spit my truth thats that true shit
Fck with my crew we spread that influence
Have deja vu
their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
defy, when you live or die
[Chorus: x2]
[B Real]
Times I hated, times I waited
Times I went by where I was drunk and faded
They said I wouldn't
why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail
With
a rodeo (RedOne, Pitbull, let's go)
The world is ours now, dale (it's gonna be a bumpy ride)
It's Mr. Worldwide (yeah)
Yeah, you now the drill (ha-ha)
Leave him paralyzed and agonized
Fellas, grab the thighs that's by your side
Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
(Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco)
Everybody! Get your hands up!
(Honorebel) Pitbull
(You know how we get down) cool breeze!
It's not my fault
That your girl is intrigued
By
minutes ago
I had to do it haha, yeah
It's Christmas time in the city y'all
Yeah, it's Christmas time in the city y'all
Brought to you by Bigg Snoop Dogg
the last of a dying breed like 'Pac said
I got bread, got something that'll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south
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Rock a jam and emotion elevate and increase
Jettin words by the syllable, piece by piece
pronunciation is related, rhymes are updated
Don't
Aw shit, Aw fuck
Me, Kali and Ces we go to get bucks
On the path but didn't think we'd get stuck
By some crass lads that's 'bout to get tough
a frisbee
[Chorus: V.I.C.]
[Pitbull]
I don't play no games, but silly
And if you disrespect
Say hi to the 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 milli
Get peeled like
the deal is
Just give me a second
I’ma show you how I feel man
Tell them that the truth is
You’ve been around but you don’t
Know that I do…this
My lifestyle
Competition, I just devour
Like a pitbull against a Chihuahua
'Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn, I got it good
Now let me tell you who I am
bombs, and word to mom, I'ma blow his arms
Six shot rhyme, my forty-four is made by ? arms
I put some diss in the steps, and damage all your reps
When the money turns the world
Your lovin' turns to less
I learn by mistakes
Most of it is yours and
I'm done living life as a criminal
I thought
on opposite sex
The cream got me fiend for mass appeal scheme
Like doin' drive-bys in stretched limousines
I keep tons of guns my niggas on
The run pack
their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,
see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club wit the chrome
While
Story tellst
Boom, Diggi, bye, bye, Super Soaker, Drive-By
Arbeit Rhymes schreiben, 2Pac in der Freizeit
(heh)
Was für Diesel, Digga? Bleifrei ist
thousand pound boat?
It's money by the tons, fo' sho' homey and all hunds
And if ya get past the gate, cameras and pitbulls, you can have some
Competition, I just devour
Like a pitbull against a Chihuahua
'Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn, I got it good
Now let me tell you who I am
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