Lyrics:
the heat, burn down the street
My hoes love to earn my keep
It's only five miles left, so I whipped it
Skipped it, lifted it and overdrive
Straight onto
(50 Cent-talking over beat)
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
along with me
It's cheaper to keep her
(It's cheaper to keep her)
By the time you get through
Looking that judge in the face
You're gonna wanna
gonna be a long one
Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side
The real side
Now, on this ride, there's gonna be some real
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
Thirty-cent ounces- (slime), is it pure-? (Not, not)
Twenty-eight ounces of, uh (slime), eight ounces of- (slime, ha)
Baby got manners (slime), she tie my
it real, real, real
Real, real, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Real, real, trill, keep it one hunnid, oh no
Not too much emotion, no, no
You know I been
by the sewer sign
Hot dog, my razor's broke
Water drippin' up the spout
But I don't care, let it all hang out
Hangin' from a pine tree by my knees
Sun
a dollar to get in and twenty-five cents a beer
They play rock and roll music like it hasn't been rocked for years
Well she's sexy and seventeen .....
women plus some five star love in my house
And on the walls, got Gucci linen
My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night, night
Night, night, night
We took this trip to Garden Grove
It smelled like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party, $5 at the door
It gets so real
She know what I can bring to the table
I can tell if it's real by the label
We had TV, but we didn't have cable
Now I'm richer than all of my
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
me be your best friend
Girl, it's more than lust, I want your trust
You keep it real with me, I keep it real with you
'Cause I know with you by my
it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel
Well John
keep, keep on
Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know
I'm the boss
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright
No church in the wild
I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk
mother in law anymore
Oh Lord, when it rains it pours
Now she was sure real quick to up and apologize
When she heard about my new found luck on that
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow and so am I
Workday passes like molasses in wintertime, but it's July
I'm gettin' paid by
Eight oh five, I guess you're leaving soon
I can't go on, without you it's useless to try
Oh to love you, was so good
To keep you would be so
love her
Deep down
I said don't ever
Because it's gonna keep him hanging around
Five years going by
Everyone is standing on their side
Never
Deep down
it up? (It up)
'Cause then I'll have to keep you up
Shit, maybe I'ma keep you up, boy
I've been drinking coffee (I've been drinking coffee, coffee)
on pushin'
Keep keep on
Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna cry, cry, cry on her
Ay, wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Can I vibe, vibe, vibe on it?
Fox Five, Five, Five
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