Lyrics:
passion, anything that could equal some satisfaction
Looking for love at the end of this Hen bottle
Looking for pub', let me pen your next album
Call from
matching Chargers, we the car team
Now it's shrimp and lobster, like we in the mall
Last suit I had, gave that boy a job
30 niggas with me looking like
Eski Boy A-listed
To get it right I know it's all about timing,
I reinvent, I'm like a brand new signing,
I talk about the little ladder we are
I got for
This new shit for the GOOD music
Joint we opened up the album with this
Joint that me and Skrillex did together
PW: M-m-m-mm i like that!
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
prayer.'
Did y'all hear that? That's what my grandmother'll say
She'll say, 'Great God almighty, here come my boy! He musta got here by prayer.'"
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
you put it on you feel
Like you the king of your sticks
Because that's how the fans made me feel
And it made me all this
And if love was a drug I'd
back it up
Everyday I look like an album cover
My Death Row Chain going platinum plus
My Death Row Chain got them lapping up
Two seater Benz Puerto Rican
greaze but I bet that's fake
Dem boy dere never dropped no heat
Therefore, I will not check man's tape
Kick a man's face like Ong-Bak
Blacked-out
Boy Better Know, I'm, I'm
I said Boy Better - yo yo
I'm not a snake but you
Don't wanna clash this python
Cause when I start squeezing, fam
I make MCs
a lot of steam in here, I wanna let off
You got a wrinkled shirt? Put me by it
I got a lot of steam "Sell out"
You guys throw that word around like
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I'm
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
the struggle
They don't understand that struggle can be scary
Bottom of the stairs, you run out the fire exit
Backstreet boy, you don't wanna get arrested
And when you let me rip I'm goin in with a helmet
That's why your little brother wants to be like me
I'm surrounded by the trueness that suckers fail
enemies do, just like weed 223 reasons to bleed, yes indeed, I'm a ghetto boy, that's right everybody knows I'm a G, I'm what you niggas are supposed to be,
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
broken
I ain't't jokin, girl, I'm still in love
The kid is wildin', we thought he would get it down by the third album
But this nigga is still in love
got your back girl, this is true, like MJ said, I’ll be there for you.
Hook:
(repeat)
Written by Troy Harrington and Brian Thomas
[Backstreet Boys - Hey, Mr. DJ (Keep Playin' This Song) [Radio Mix]]
Aah, Backstreet
Yes yes y'all
One time, here we go (yes yes y'all)
Ooh, ooh
After I drop this album gotta stay 10 toes deep
While your home boy 6 foot deep
That's what happens when you creep on me
In da party wit a white tea
my God" Fuck your God! "Is this nigga really unfazed by this?"
Dajjal be that Devil, here to mislead miscreants into misdeeds
Discrete backstreet
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