Lyrics:
back at my pad."
We got to my house we walked through the door
Threw on "Night and Day" by
Al. B Sure
She grabbed me, gave me kiss on the lips
So I
[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track
a puppeteer
Nobody been coming near
Thinking I'm attached and that's my biggest fear
Telling me that anybody else can get you close to where I got you simply
Now watch how I do this shit
[Bridge]
[Chorus:]
I'm really,really hot
Every time my records drop
Radio says I won't stop
Cause' I'm killin'
It's WD produced by SB
It's WD produced by SB
It's WD produced by SB
Got J to the H, on the M-I-C
Yes we, we got the M-I-C
We got the vibes
Yes we
Mary J.:
Yeah
Let's take 'em back
The Game:
Uh huh
Verse 1
The Game:
I need a real love
Mary holla at me if you need a real thug
We could ride
So, you know, what do you got comin' next, for like, the fans
That, you know, the die-hard fans that wanna know
I got this mixtape I been working
The microphone got a bodybag attached
Might have to rap with Zach Attack at The Maxx
With Screech in a Post apocalyptic habitat
Still text dead homies hoping I get
me?
What if it was me
What if I never got the one chance to be
Everything and everywhere I go, I wouldn't see
If by your hand you took that from
encompassed by the darkness in reality of stories
It's so gory, but I'm still spelling
Spit in a ill dwelling, fill it, got a hell of a yell
I write raps that
them beans
I'm steady serving the fiends
I got a trap on the hill
Over there by Rink-A-Dinks
Nolan and Coosa where all of my shooters is Gucci
We set
but
Now, bet you've heard about this
Marijuana has been shifted by politicians
And voters, to legal, in 19 states and
Counting but the warehousing of so
If you're asking me, what's my destiny
Baby, play this record 'cause I
Want you to see see all my hopes and dreams
When I'll be dancin'
When I'm by
to kill this
I'm definitely ton ennemi
Y m're-demandent quand jfinis l'beat
Admittedly, j'ai tellement l'doigt
Dans plusieurs tartes
J'ai plus de membres
you want it raw, I got, it, right, here
And if you want war, I am, your, nightmare
This is all I know, it's bang bang
I hustle and slang slang
My
that's layaway
Flow ghost and these hoes can't stay away
I make this shit swave, got paper to make
I'm makin' this beat, these bitches on me
And I
of my shit
Me and this music, we go together
Pb&J
Pb&J
Just like Pb&J
Pb&J
Pb&J
Pb&J
I need that food for the fam, if you talking that bread
I’ll be there
hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It's no stoppin' when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don't stop (L)
Nickel Da O.J. Da Glove
I got a Posse of Insane Clowns
Blow your brains on your opposite ear
And ask you how your brain sound
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred
E's new record]
[DJ: What's it called man ?]
[Guy1: Yo, it's called "Radio"]
[DJ: We got it, you called the right station. And here it is...]
Eazy E
more famous
Yeh this are the things that I remember happening
The highlights
According to my brain
Click start record
Alarm, it's 1:49 right now
Record
it to you
As long as you want, you know I got it
Flipmode Records, J Records (baby, give it to me)
Def Jam Records (yeah)
Busta Rhymes, Mariah
your not my latest
But you sure is not my lady
Lord knows I contemplated
Lord knows I Contem
Fuck that
Ride me while this record playin'
Your head is
Carlo like Alonzo
Sold records, sold crack, nigga, recognize
For the record, I've been wreckin' shit since '05
No lie, J's on
Take these mothafuckas
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