Lyrics:
is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip
I'm far from a chump, I'm hardcore like Brooklyn
Mess with me and get your manhood token
Hardcore
drive?
Cause she's been by the house, she's been in the car
I've even let her push the Porsche around a couple times
Oh, we were so the same
I don't
And next night act I don't know (Okay)
I think they be laughin' at me, hands be grabbin' at me
Feel like God let it happen to me
That'd be blasphemy
being followed by the hogs
One time's on my motherfuckin' line
Why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me
They must think it's a G
Yo, Mo Bee, mane, drop that shit
You know what time
Boo-ya, I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand, you know what I'm sayin'?
And uh,
Did He put his arms around you, make you feel like you're safe?
Did He grab you by the hand and say that things are okay?
I gotta know mama, did He
cut the lights off, please
I don't want you to look at me
I paint my nails black
If I ever look happy, then it's an act
Every day is an anxiety
[Chorus]
Are we crushing 2 nights?
From the bed to the floor
Ooh I know what you like
You got that feeling by that
Look on your face
You
it (ayy)
I'm havin' my way
'Set out here havin' his way
Qua' out here havin' his way
And like the third Migo, I take
(What? Ayy, yeah)
Now
flip it and serve it
I'm at your service, now, don't get nervous
Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by
Nigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house, like I'm Joe, okay
Hellcat, made his homeboys and them types sell they
up (get 'em up)
Put 'em up (put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo' hands up
Well, get 'em up (get 'em up)
Put 'em up (put 'em up)
Stop
of the house
(Yeah, hey)
Boy, I just don't get it
(You ain't supposed to act like a little boy)
Just cause I'm independent
(No)
You walk around with your
a bite, and don't even taste
The California lifestyle that I live
Mack these hoes every chance I get
Like a drop SL, three times black
I'm a pimp,
the way they act
The way they wore that gangsta hat
Tilted, rim laid flat out
Now that's the type of shit I'm talkin' about
Yeah, cigarette in one hand
like a sieve
White boy, white boy, you're untouchable
The world's coming to an end, I don't even care
Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a big
say, what it look like
What it look like
You don't stop
I'm gonna talk about the man that's the real McCoy
No other cool brother than Keith Cowboy
But nowadays I don't know how to act
So now I feed the rats crack
Back and I'm statin the fact
I know you're waitin for a rap
To make you get up
drive?
Cause she's been by the house
She's been in the car
I've even let her push the
Porsche around a couple times
Ohh, we were so the same
I don't know
a whiplash
Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent
Rearrange the motherfucking face like a surgeon
It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering
Don't say that I
Dogg? My name is Herb
I'm your fairy Doggfather, you know it, word!
Now I've came here with the main purpose
Of granting you your fondest wish"
I
a rap superstar
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent charged
Coming up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
Nothin' can save ya
Nothin' can save ya
Nothin' can save ya
Nothin'
Just throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
There you go,
Acting like a hoe
I don't know why I'll be fucking with you
Was it the liquor, that makes me act blind, times that I'm with her
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