Lyrics:
Even if takes the slower minds a little bit of time to feel me.
Recollect the 15 million I've sold or the 30 times I went gold and if you take 2 puffs
All I wanted was a pencil, a little gold
A little money in my pocket and a Phillie to roll
I'm makin' records, now alla the girls are on my tip
I'm
under the mats, cracked wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, be -12, and seran wrap, money rubberband wrapped
Second album goes gold they can't stand that
place to grow up"
King Tut: gold mane
Lion spitting propane
"Not a single record sold,
Album still went gold mayne"
King Tut: you silly slut
bitches
King Tut, gold mane
Lion spitting propane
Not a single record sold
Album still went gold mayne
King Tut, you silly slut
Bitches love a piece of her
Dealing with a buffer when you're coming from the gutters
I'ma spit fire though wire of microphones
I'ma retire on piles of ice and gold
Bout to sit by
Tryna knock me down like you threw a late hit
YK don't got time, I'm making all these songs lit
Rapping on track 'bout how I got this gold
Yeah it's
I just ran around on 'em
100 meter round on 'em
I just ran around on 'em
Gold medal up on my neck, yeah
I just ran around on 'em
400 around on 'em
I
a yawn mower
To finish up the final Jetta album to brawl over
Ironic that I'm done but when I drop this sh*t y'all over
Because this sh*t y'all under
the compass
I have no regrets, I am gonna lie
These instructions I'm living by
From some sort of TV lines
You give a head you wanna fly
Obsession to compile
Confused and I'm lost
Dazing off and the days gon' cost me
Losing the bonds, and I'm beating a dead horse
Album is still out now, go and cop
Drop
the gold relish
(And the gold relish)
Yeah
I'ma go get it (What?)
I'ma go get it, yeah
Go get a check and I go get a bag
And I fuck on lul shorty I smack
the Lakers game while I'm eatin' Chinese
A couple album sales, now I'm touchin' overseas
Could've been a doctor, rather be a P
Shit been slow motion, yeah,
up hold up
Wait a minute I ain't shit you say?
But 3 albums over seas a bitches bills are paid
You fugly monsters all up in my juicy booty today
But
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
And I can go show off my rocket powered solid gold Benz
I tell ya life is no much nicer with invisible friends
"Record an all-banjo Falco tribute album
dreaming that I see the gleaming
Down in the dark deep underground
Well it's nearly two years since I left my own mother
For adventure and gold by
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
The world at my sneakers,
Gold pieces moulded with Jesus features,
Give streets the fever from the way I spit the Ether,
Came on the scene at 19
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it
I think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
Like
his murder case
I used to jam Run D.M.C
Monie Love, MC Lyte, and Biz Markie
When LL was bad with that gold rope phone
Back when niggas used beepers,
cream, now its platinum and golds
Chorus 2X
Verse Two: Mystikal
Without no business
its over for you before you get out the door
what the fuck
And you know lighting up the b foreal
Yeah
Then dat Michael Myers come out
You heard me
Imma let You niggas Know Tho
I aint just on no singing on da album
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