Lyrics:
can catch me where the money at, lil' nigga, I ain't hide
Y'all ain't seein' no money, so that explain why y'all can't find me
Hit a nigga with this
five-five-six, take off limbs
Say he riding bulletproof, when he hop out, gang gon' get him
I'm just, uh, yeah, talking shit off the drugs
No wait, it's
power up, power up! Now take us to our next song
This is Cindy's newest jam, "Dance Apocalyptic", here at 105,5 WDRD
though?
By any means, get the money
We don't want the fame
Y'all think it's something sweet till it
Leaves you numb the same
Try to name a rapper more
(INTRO)
Codeine my liver,
Smoke in my lungs,
Bitch I'm gasping for air!
Asking you why, why, why, why would I let you in here
(CHORUS)
day dream about the V's he be spinnin
Bitch
[Chorus] x 4
Just a little....(a little bit of sex is all it takes)
A little bit of head I'm on my way
Six
day dream about the V's he be spinnin
Bitch
[Chorus] x 4
Just a little....(a little bit of sex is all it takes)
A little bit of head I'm on my way
Six
We gon' get together y'all, word up
That's how we gon' bring it to you
We gon' go all around the world
Get this money, and do what we got to do
Why do people whisper when they see me passing by?
It can't be because I'm clean, baby
Sunday it's the only day I wear a shirt and tie
I hear
the people that's doubting me now
To see me and hear me outside
Only the strongest survive
Well, just take a look at my life
They want to know why I'm working
Wise words being spoke
Huh
why y'all know what it is
Nap-Nappy Roots. Can I start this one off? Ok
Each day I listen what the streets say
Like
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
talkin' bout nigga you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit nigga 'cause I'm a baller
I take on all why'all nigga
Now that's a baller
[Tre-Little]
Hollow
slick, I'm cool, I'm solid gold
They call me the Kid Creole
[Cowboy]
I'm the C.O.W.B.O.Y. why
The man's so bad that you can't deny
And when you act
Give me two nights
You and I zooming
Feel the beat by my guy
Gemeneye high five cause he came through with the tune
I'm a nuisance and like fights
I be
You could probably catch me on The I5
Chronic in the left hand sliding by the skyline
It's my time to show off my divine mind
My style ages like fine
lying for a fake while
Thinking bout the times I was growing, used to date Liles
Telling me to chill, bitch I'm knowing that it take time
Five-seventeen I
gon' hit at the kids Stop saving you know the bitch lit
4-5 take a nigga out the whip, Watch that bitch blow, watch the bullet hit
his hip, Niggas
After all this time, they ask us to leave
And I told them we could pay double the rent
I don't know why it seemed so funny
Seeing as how they'd take
of America's most wanted
In the same motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
Y'all niggas about to feel this
After all this time, they ask us to leave
And I told them we could pay double the rent
I don't know why it seemed so funny
Seeing as how they'd take
done put two of America's
Most wanted in the same
Motherfucking place at the same
Ain't nothing but a gangsta party
Motherfucking time,
Y'all niggas
of America's most wanted
In the same motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
Y'all niggas about to feel this
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