Lyrics:
lookin' better by the minute
I'm tryin' to keep from falling in it
But you may be just a little too much temptation
If we're gonna turn back, better
You must be used to me spending
All that sweet wine and dining
I'm fucking you tonight
Another one and another one
Another one and another one
rings on my pinky toes (toes)
Candy paint on my Cadillac (lac)
Who the fuck want to battle rap (rap)
Believe me you don't have a chance (chance)
I come
cops now
Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
Boo-yaow is the sound, bullet whizzed by
Still runnin like a nigga got nine lives
Don't
My boys kicked in your damn front door
My boys rolled through in a Lac, 4-door
My boys might even pull a 44
My boys, my niggas & my boys!
Them boys,
[Chorus:]
Just another day, selling ice cream in the bay
And fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
never had a problem
That couldn't be solved by wine
Gin and beer and whiskey are
Thе oldest friends of mine
Another shot of tequila
Another bottle of rum
alone
And it's Gullible's Travels and nothing unravels this way
Just another lost journey where everything's turning away
Shot in the dark landed
with another shot, another shot of Patrón
I can do this by myself, yeah I'm in my zone
Got my courage in a bottle, yeah, a bottle of Patrón
Gotta purge
It's another one, Ayee
Gambino ATL, Limbo baad
You know we out here to party
So gimme another shot, gimme another shot
London to New York we party
house, thirty pounds in my book bag
Black 'lac, black tag, fin' to hit a lick again
You a head bussa put yo hand wit yo fist den
Franchise hate me,
two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent
I bent the corner
I'll pay the price or I'll win the lot
And I'm afraid to ask the question
But do I have a
Shot?
Shot?
Shot?
Shot?
Am I just another kid
Back of the lac by my motherfucking self
Sipping on whiskey by my motherfucking self
Fucking all these hoes, I don't even know they names
Fucking all
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news
We got the rockin' pneumonia we need a shot of rhythm and blues
We caught the rollin' arthritis sittin' down
(jumpin')
Dale loca, toma (jumpin')
Another round of shots, this party's jumpin'
Pack it up, pack it in, I came to sin
And if she's with me, you know
Girl, you know you got me, got me (yeah)
With your pistol shot me, shot me
And I'm here helplessly
In love and nothing can stop me
You can't stop me
It is obvious
May I say, oh baby, that it is found on another plane?
Yes I can creep into cupboards, sleep in the hall
Your stars - my stars,
We're doing a sequel
We're back by popular demand
C'mon on everybody, strike up the band
We're doing a sequel
That's what we do in Hollywood
I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you
from everything that's great - that's right
We're out of sight, we're in a steep decline
But we'll have another shot, and another shot, and another shot
after shot ('fter Shot)
Order up another round
I see you wyding baby
Shots of D'usse just to get you loose
I see you wynding baby
In love wit your body
another car that I'll just be strippin
Me, Hi-see is one mean compadre
Tu no me gustas, chinga tu madre
"I shot"
"Shoot me, motherfucker"
"Too"
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