Lyrics:
and throw it up
She tryna roll wit the rovers
Move wit the movers she see the glo up
You know what it is yea baby girl yea
Im feeling like pee let me coach
to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ay
I was dead broke, hustlin' off the steps
Now I rock water like I'm Michael Phelps, yeah
Know you seen me
But you don't know me
I be low key, working OT
Shed the old me
That shit's OV
You don't know me
Yeah you OD'ed
Nobody owed me
had the Benz
Swear to god I had the Benz before I had the Bentley
I ain't lien I had the Bentley before I got the Rolls Royce
Control it by voice
I'm coming for the thrown (coming for the thrown)
I want a Bentley pimped out with the wheels in chrome (wheels in chrome)
There's no place like home
This is the day they try to re-enslave us
Grow my hair long, Angela Davis
So I can get recognized by the space invaders
Storm troopers, have you heard
and it's)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Joey cracks the rock, and Big
and it's)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Joey cracks the rock, and Big
than this, whoopin' niggaz down like Jack Nich
When I backflip my tactic graphics
Ooh! Redman jams it in
Due to difficulties I won't be done by ten
daddy momma by pullin' up with them bundles
If I ain't treat you good little baby just know it's karma
You did my nigga wrong, I know it, it was last
priceless nigga
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Either you in the huddle or ya out da huddle
Either you ride or pass and fly by
daddy paid, drive a Bentley B
In by the lights, can't be for the streets
I could never understand her obsession with me
I got bitches
On the low low
They
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Baby can I, baby can I fuck on you?
I took a tooka pack, yeah, that's for my medications
Put the pussy on me now, you
and it's)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Joey cracks the rock, and Big
Now that Biz Mark's inside the joint
Guaranteed to rock and always prove a point
Doin' what I do cause it gotta be done
About the Prince of Boogie
bride and lover
My wine (ooh yeah)
You’re all i need
Baby girl you sweet like sugar
I swear for your case I no dey tire
Girl lets boogie, no lies
Sugar
show alert the frame. Bash all flags where the mag spin park. Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein. Boogie down kits to slip past the guard. Def
seen her on my show (Uh-huh!)
The b**** called herself Mack see-1-0 (Damn!)
Then the gangsta boogie on rock and throwin bows (Whoa!)
Man, this b****
the brand new 'lectric blue Bentley ridin' by
Hurt these clowns, anybody that want it
Let you borrow my crown, tell me why would you flaunt it?
Don't you
I said a hip hop
The hibbie a hibbie
The hip hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
Bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie,
To the rhythm
Yeah
Its Bad Boy Baby
Neptunes
And we won't stop
(I like that) 'Cause we can't stop
Yeah
Let me tell you something
Sometimes I rhyme slow,
fuckin' knife ran away with the spoon
Smiling at the pretty girls when they walk past me
Play my guitar, then it's time to get nasty
Pretty baby, that's
the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones
sucking (Can't understand)
Whattup I don't know baby
Nah man it's not it's not yo word up
I'm tellin you right now
I know this shit though aiyyo
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