Lyrics:
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
To the poor I pour in on in metaphors
Not bluffin', it's nothin'
That we ain't did before
We played you stayed
The points made
You consider it done
By
on go and I hope that you know it
I can't even close my eyes
And I don't know why, guess I don't like surprises
I can't even stay away from the game
I been cheated by you since you know when
So I made up my mind, it must come to an end
Look at me now, will I ever learn?
I don't know how but I
rockin'
A c'mon everybody get ready to rock
A sure shot, a body rockin'
A c'mon everybody
Dogghouse in ya mouth
(We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse
die
Who ya know with a flow like this?
Bring em in
What clan you know blow like this?
Bring em in
Take that nigga [that nigga...]
that you don't know nothing
By the way you carry yourself you dumb fuck
I'm basked up and Jim Carrey myself
You better duck, bless screwed
You'll be
ride
If I let you run alongside the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon'
before
But Obi Wan, he set me straight, of course
He said, "Go to Yoda and he'll show you the Force"
Well I'm not the kind that would argue with Ben
So they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home
I guess, Michael Jackson was right, you are not alone
Rock your hardhat black 'cause
livin' large y'all so by the way
Who rocked the crowd and rocks it loud
On the strengths, y'all, I'm takin' bows now
Kickin' up lyrics that others want to'
Breaking down bricks, servin them rock by rock
He's everything a young gun want to grow up to be
But if only these young guns could see
That murder, money,
one and (keep floatin')
When it's almost done
Why don't you go and break down enough for another one
And roll me some
Hey, then you can pass that
Only got love for gangsta niggas, get doe
That's for all the hatin' niggas waitin' to see me go
Down to the bottom
Chop up crack
Playin' the blocks
balling down from heaven
All I know is that these rap niggas dry snitching and telling
That work don't even come like that, fuck is you selling? (huh?)
I
why I barely panic when the hammers, they be blammin'
No mechanics, but they snuck inside the party with the wrenches
I think fast 'cause niggas that
Now I've been workin' hard for so many years
Just tryin' to get myself by
Can't talk to people you don't know
That's why some of you die
Well, I live
to the eye
The end situation could leave your ass dry
That's why you got to walk on by, walk on by
Walk on by, walk on by, walk on by
My man P put me
that's how I know you never seen the top
Sierra Canyon parking lot lookin' like Magic City parking lot
Hear the talks when I walk by like you know it's
just buggin' the fuck out
Enough of that shit, it's time to O.D, one time
But y'all could take it how you want it, word
Ayo the bottom line is I'm
York by either cab or the train
Some say that I'm insane, they say
Why would you want to ride the train
(But I) but I don't care, as long as I get
that hookup
Now everyday we looked up at the ceiling
(Yuh) watching ceiling fans go 'round
Tryna catch that feeling
Off instrumentals, had my pencil,
forget my man, Lik, y'all in the house
Got Fric and Frac in the house
Hey-hey-hey, you got Big Daddy Kane in the house
Juice Crew in the house
That's
funky for ya, I make ya feel al.. al... al.... al...... al...... al....... al......... [echoes]
Yo, yo, hey
You like the beat [4]
Go ahead girl rock it
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