Lyrics:
'bout redrum ? Just a word 'til you check it
My daddy a general I'm the oldest 2nd Commander
He an OG I'm a vetran, I got souljas That'll stretch ya
tell 'em that we got the motherfucking grams
Call my people for your people, plus my fuckin' fans
We won't shake hands, pussy boy
I'mma fuck up your life
(Chorus: Nelly)
I see you niggas ain't renting and leasing these cars
Fronting like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em
Claiming that you making
been from hell and back
I'm just that nice and I don't write
So you can tell 'em that
I'm just making up for nights
When I was selling crack
the camera and phones
I came to get dirty and I got one goal
To leave out a legend by any means
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems
Give 'em hell
Player got some money
You can tell by the clothes
Why they call me Too $hort
No one knows
Cuz when I pull it grows, and it grows, and it grows [Ooh Wee]
I
cheese, macaroni
Spent all my tour money on the ring
Told 'em, "go 'head, get everything they fuckin' see," yeah
I grow my shit like I'm Mad Dog
I got
hoes
I got em by the boat load, dark skin to pink-toes
Li'l bitty to big hoe, nineteen to forty-fo'
I got some 1965 pantyhose
Still in the plastic bag
Bitches passing by, "oh my, he's so gangsta" (you're out of line)
Mmm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout
When I was a young boy (you're out of line)
woman, tell 'em sure done this
They got me laughin' an' jokin', crystal blastin' an' smokin'
Mashin', askin' for action while they gaggin' an' chokin'
All-American self-hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC
to tell me quit smoking weed
My momma, gave me everthing I need
My momma, said keep faith in God
My momma, momma, momma, momma, momma
[Warren G]
From
I
Send outside to check my motor
You don't respect a loader then
You neglect a odor
I see em, collesium Mama have to ID em
If the boy is muslim
I lay
rikkas
Well, stunnin', front with ya, we hunt an' come hit ya
Gizuh, now grab me an' still might out run this
We gonna tell the tow man an' woman, tell 'em
Well the boys downstairs
They got the record on
They know all the words
To my favourite song
They're getting drunk as Hell
And I can hear em
crazy like Bellevue
What they tell you? (Leave that boy alone) Leave that boy alone
Like Home Alone (Yeah), fuck a skull and bone
Arrest the president,
'm killin' these bitches) Uh, tell 'em
Bitch bad, woman good
Lady better, they misunderstood
They misunderstood (I'm killin' these bitches)
Yeah, now imagine
really wanna hang wit me (What's Haddin') nigga's ain't no gang gang
Up my Nina (Pop Pop, Bang Bang)
I got white boy's wearin' chains, I got nigga's
like the boy
Ill take em to the black door give em the dick
she screaming that she been her before
Its like the five o'clock traffic jam we in the mix
time away I needed time to think
Got to go reconnect the bands lil boy got to make them sync
Got to go reconnect the bands lil boy got to make em flip
real, aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord,
of me pal
It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin weight
Now three bricks, four bricks, I'm drivin upstate
Five bricks, six bricks, the nigga got cake
murder
Somebody tell 'em it's murder
Murder was the case and they blamed me
Stop lyin' to me, boy, it'd be best you confess
I can smell the BS
what I just bought
I ain't taking Ls but I can't win em all
Friends only round for seasons then we fall off
Solo dolo
You can't kill my mojo
They can
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