Lyrics:
or get killed tryin' to floss it
Sportin' that bullshit
I'll get your card pulled quick
Test me if you will but I'm pass 'em with full clips
And
Another
or get killed tryin' to floss it
Sportin' that bullshit
I'll get your card pulled quick
Test me if you will but I'm pass 'em with full clips
And
Another
Khaled said, y'all know he don't like losin' (he don't)
How he get the number one album over Khaled (how?)
When he be out here tossin' other niggas'
a visit
'Cause you're there daily, guards tryin' to get your number
You don't dare tell me, tongue kissin' steady humpin'
Tryin' to touch you somethin'
new shit from prada
You tryin' to get a rich baby father
I'm tryin to forget you by tomorra
This ain't rocket science
Ain't no rock buyin, just
ain't gonna rush tryin' to find Ms. Right
But by the looks of it you seem like the perfect fit
If your personality's right baby you're it
I'm studying you
yelling, "Woo"
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (Slim you're old)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still
This is where the young folks are born
And the old people die
We're just tryin to get by
Tell em meet me at the crossroads
If your the good
runnin' around town, talkin' about
they're from Compton and shit, tryin' to get on the bandwagon ..
Yeah Dre, I know what you're sayin' man, but let's
tryin' to get on the bandwagon
Yeah Dre, I know what you're sayin' man, but let's tell 'em who we're
Talkin' about
WHAT DO YOU CALL A CREW THAT CAN
myself
Eternally verbally, I have numbers, succumb to time outs
In rhyme bouts you'll dial 9, just to get a line out
Known fact or factors
took a fall
That's how it goes down
Dope fiend still get high
While dope dealers barely get by
You better get your life right
You want to live in
comparisons are made too often
Tryin' to run the game, Christopher Walken
Started makin' music in my friend's apartment
Now I'm gettin' bigger and bigger
intuition
I'm guessing it's another failed mission
And I'm tryin
And I'm tryin
And I'm tryin
To be by you
And I'm tryin
And I'm tryin
And I'm tryin
To be
Little bitches like R Kelly
I'm the reason all of these niggas looking scary
All my niggas we gone leave this life daily
I want a bitch from San Diego
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
goes down
[Verse Two]
Dope fiend still get high
while dope dealers barely get by
You better get your life right
you wanna live in the 'burbs with your
the bak seat
Same number you can call me when you get that urge
Still got 25 cars, money to splurge
(Holler at me)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Call me a playa 'cause
that dark skin I love
Chocolate girls stand up
(Get em baby)
[Bridge: R. Kelly with Mario adlibs]
Uh
I gotta have that dark chocolate
(Can you give it
to someone you miss
But you didn't didn't have to cut me off like
The numbers we'd paint by are all out of order
That's not a complaint but I'm telling you
we do too silly man
[Chorus: V.I.C.]
Get silly, Get silly, Get silly, Get silly,
Get silly, Get silly, Get silly, Get silly
[V.I.C.]
Yeah, I'm
everything you need.
See, your catch for the day, is me... on a platter.
It's chef boy R. Kellz, remix, I'm the writer
Now I recommend you do the taste test
Many good breaks have come my way
Since I began to sing and play
I got a good gig and I make a big buck
Been smiled on by lady luck
Good friends are
fight this
[Chorus]
The devils are probably lyin' (runnin' round and lyin')
Tryin' to move out
Is he gonna take my crown?
Gotta get up, stand up,
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