Lyrics:
and put slugs in yo' ass
Hit the gas and smash and bought heat for yo' ass
Niggas don't know, when it's faulty, we settle the sco'
Bodies surrounded by
right
I'm black, blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in '88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're tryin' to fuck me!
cold when you're not in here
Baby yo contigo, me siento en casa
Baby when I'm with you I feel like I'm home
Baby donde estas, I need you by my side
Dime
Oh Ah ha!
Yo things was all fine when the sun was shining
But when the rain came that's when the pain came
Sittin' up in the Range
She feels
You bad like
You sexy as fuck nah mean
What?
Nah you aint single by choice
You single because of your choices
Lets chop one time
Ya body right, yeah
hoops
But now I make hits every single day
With that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot
It's 1-8-7
False pretender, stop pretending
All gals single have dem singing, watch this
See, ain't no use pretending
You don't feel the way I do
With
strappin' up with chrome
Telescopes with binoculours fuck I'm thinkin' bout knockin' ya
Its apearent I'ma be a single parent
So I'm hopin' that your snake
Yo, what it is? What it do? What's goodie?
You are now tuned in to the sounds of
A Tribe Called De La Peas
L.A. New York collabo
Y'all know what
the fear
Cause I'll get over and believe I'll come back at you
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
Yo
hoops
But now I make hits every single day
With that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot
It's 1-8-7
the fear
Cause I'll get over and believe I'll come back at you
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
Yo
the quota's done
Yeah, until my single come
Be the Devil's son
Devil's work, getting work, Hallelujah
Hope the Lord alerts, do a soul search
Understand my
Right by my side
B Hudson, Jadakiss, Ne-Yo
I think it's me and you tonight ma, let's go
They say every good woman needs a thug
They say every
less millionaire every single day
And you could be the next
This life is rougher than the sex
Sex, sex
Yo I wonder when I get the land cruiser
sign, he's different from all kinds
Rock you all of the time, just form a single line
A lot of MC's like to talk 'bout they self
A first-grade topic,
luggage with some baggage
Never actually hash it out
Only brag on cash amounts
And how we're doing better
With the new ones that we're bedding
Hey, yo
the mix and all that shit)
Knamsayin, word up (Make it make it a record real quick, do yo' thang)
Throw ya seatbelts on, ahhight?
(Yeah, hook it up,
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 you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters
My niggas is chilling, getting high, relaxing
Envisioning, owning shit, yo it can
lw’omukwano gwo nakyuka
Ne feelinga ng’eyatuuka
Message yo yatuuka
Message y’omukwano gwo yatuuka
LYRICS PUBLISHED BY: PROMOTER MUSA
the _Homiez_
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin
You in the mood for some Sexual Healing
the brightest in the dark
Single mothers know they got my heart
And all my brothers locked up on thе yard
You can still be anything you wanna be
Went from onе in
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
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