Lyrics:
rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
My man is still the greatest in this
To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit
Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to
But ask
you know I want to do you
I'm gonna do you I'm gonna do you
I'm gonna do you woh, woh, oh, woh
Now my name is Mike G, no need to act stupid
You
and crafts?
Wa-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, that's right
I'm growing out my hair, I'm moving out to Cherokee
I'm going to be a rock star
ya, get off my back, c'mon, let a nigga relax
Cause I'm, all woman now, hear me roar
Right now I'm 'bout to hit the door,
so I can parle', it's my
it was burned, turned into a weapon
Built for war, bitch ass nigga
That shit I'm gonna spit will get you killed through the door
Found 'em
striped molasses
Star, on the rise, in the eyes of the masses
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Star's are bright, shining, hot balls of air
to fight on my card
I give the type of choppin' that should be barred
I'm gonna shoot beyond the stars, you try and disregard
My shit is hard!
I'm gonna blow your mind, hold you close
Squeeze you tight
The next time that I see you
I'm gonna tell you I love you
Cross my heart and I hope I die
A Rah-Rah-Rah-Rah college boy threw all his books away.
He said, "I've lost my appetite, my hair is turning grey.
I know my Greek and History,
underarms)
You woke up late for work usin' the same old line
Don't think I'm gonna wash my underarms this time
The more you ignore,the worse the smell grows
know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over and that's all she wrote
The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie
wine
Santana d-v-x make you wanna have sex (ooh)
I'm rich bitch! I'm havin' my chips
Get laid all the time, by 70's chicks, uh
Won hella grammies,
wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack with it
'cause I can, 'cause I'm phat paid
I got a five story funhouse with a maid
And she walks around
down, tapped the blunt out
Grabbed her by her hair, watched blondie love whip my dick out
Spit drippin' down my balls, she slobber me
That's right, suck
on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'
In the words that
for me he gonna take me for that ride
I'm walking with Jesus and I'm starting right now
I want a wash my sin's away and put the devil down
I'm walking
telling you man, my fuckin' organs hurt
I don't know what the hell I'm going through
I'm gonna go home, lay down, and try to get some rest man
I hope I
only right that I share my experiences with y'all
'Cause I've been places you'll never imagine (that's right)
But I'ma start it at home
When I see
yeah
I promise you right now that I will
Ain't got no title but I don't believe
That I'm gonna leave
No, no, no, girl, do not worry 'bout that
Yeah
that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and wan' cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Now, it's just me and my niggas, what?
It ain't
outa this plannet
Picked up the book up the book Brainstormed thats right i planned it
When people hear my word play
I want em to say god damn it
I dont
you already know
When I grab ya ass, I ain't gonna let it go
Ooh, I'm the shit and you the poo poo
Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voodoo
You my
wrong
[Chorus]
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line, you're gonna pay
Into the dawn before the light
Live or die by shades of gray
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