Lyrics:
Ouahou [hahaha ....what's that ?]
You got to leave [you got to leave]
You got to breathe [you got to breathe]
You got to love [you got to love]
To be
thunder
Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother
It's fucked up that's how the ball bounce
The cookie crumbles
That's what the guns do dead you
need a scale
Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
Eleventh grade, made my way up to a P, man
(She's got to love nobody)
(2x)
Hello, hello, baby
You called, I can't hear a thing
I have got no service
In the club, you see, see
Wha-Wha-What did you
on Oprah
That's just me
Nothin phony, don't hate on me
What you get is what you see
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You
love but
Now we ain't speaking
Michael J. Fox was Alex P. Keaton
When I met you
I saw my name is Rich
You look like a girl
From Abercrombie & Fitch
in your deck on rewind (let's go)
Ooh, I make it hot, 'til you're jellin' what PD got (uh-huh)
Since PD rock (what?), see me not
So many bricks I
Original, original, I'm the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right
So what you from the gutter
We all had to struggle if you got a black mother
of friends
I think she loves me, but it all depends
Hey baby, I don't want to be your Superman
I just want to be your man and I'll be super, baby
You
tonight?
You already know what it's hitting for
Ma, I got whatever outside and you know what I'm sitting on
50/50 venture with them S dots kicking off
love away
Forever in your embrace
Without You I'm like a storm with no end
Tossed by the wind and sea
And when I'm incomplete
Just one request from
baby ken dawg
From the westside four-o's got love for short and my
Homeboy j-ball from the seven four from that gang
And the homeboy tracy d from
take in the ghetto you find a whole lot of crime
I can understand
Hey
I know what it means
Being nine years old before I got my first pair
hooked, babe
On your love, you got me wondering
Sexy (Sexy, sexy, baby)
You're the one I want
You got your hooks in me
I won't stray
'Cause that's what's
I'm trending topic
You outta pocket, my bitch, she foreign, exotic
I'm 'bout my skrilla deposits, in love with narcotics
Drip on your bitch like
you and that ho, got a cap for each
Nigga fucking with my cash flow.
Pid cap, be love cap pid,
Because in the neighborhood
Cause still kill
be hard
We got it all what you thought not at all
If you sick of this shit than take a Tylenol
It's just me and my woman verses all of y'all
And we
way
[Bridge]
(Yo)
M-O-B-B-D-E-E-P man
We got guns that could take your head
Pa-Pa-Pa-Pop-Pop
[Chorus]
Shit is serious son, you niggas
out
It's a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got caught
One love, eastside, that's how we do wild
D.P.G.C. we do or die
Oh yes we're fresh
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missing
Niggas be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I've got nothin' but love
feel fine
Sex real time
While I'm in your deck on rewind
Oh I make it hot, till you're jellin' what PD got
Since PD rock, see me not
So many bricks
you
Got me turned off completely by that sheisty shit that you do
Knew from jump yo' aim, straight through them spandex, don't front
Just name, spots
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