Lyrics:
Mía que quien and I'm up in the mix
If I ain't up in the 5
Then I'm driving the 6
Then you owe a couple thou' if
You step on my kicks
Trying ask me
don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
naked the jewel runners
Top tag team for two summers
Live and let live
Fuck you cuz cause that's a fool's honor
I'm walkin' totin' on two llamas
You
And you know can't mix that medicine with alcohol
Don't get yourself involved
I see you pussies getting old, menopause
Too much pussy on the road, I
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
put a hater on hold
Mix up the floor till a nigga will nod
You don't got to tell me what it is
When I get onto the scene
I just see what they really
step in a de dance in my gear I just gleam
I am the top mile women that's why I'm standing so keen
Don't wa fe hear no pirate chat ca dem no in
't forget bout the spliff and I tell ya'll
Should I spell ya'll fake ass bustas before I see ya
And I can tell by the scent in the air I don't want
Every line of mine, you can sniff it
I mix it with soda
Then slice it with the razor
Straight off the scale, watch me put it on the paper
Wrap it up in
slam, my fucking ski
Ghostly make that dot dot beat, please, we don't wanna come with G's
We might step on twos or fours, make that ting hot, smolder like
sell joints by the 2's
Up all night til the shit get right
Ima whole mood finna make you move AYE
I'm bringing that vibe do what you like lets have
On mad mix shows I got wreck off the mind
But what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?
You ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you damn right
wrote
But i wrote rhymes, that burn every time
On mad mix shows i got wreck off the mind
But what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?
You ask me if
The other day someone said I was fake
I nearly lost my mind i'm out on a grind
For what? I put in so much time for what?
The fame don't impress me
I'll still
don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
with my mom up to san rafael
Now I’m older I go there all by myself
But the cornbread mix is still not a hard sell
So wave that flag, ring that bell
1, 2, 3, Uh
Blah Uno, here to put suckers in the mix
The musical's fixed for me
To bust wild dicks, so yeah
Busting off nuts in the chicks-to-sluts
a manual
Step by step booklet for you to keep
Your man in place
And out the next girls' face
Rule number 1
Never give a dude money
Girl don't be
’m a poison cancer Up steps I found in the woods, above trees into moon lit skies, A flare melts off my balls, as ordered by my secrete fairy dancers Blood
The way I touch it you can feel it in your bones
Fuck wit the kid cause I'm taking you into another zone
See it don't matter what you think or what you
high puffin Hershey eyes yay high
Mami wanna ride you gotta mace mines
I mean put ya fuckin face by my waistline
Gudda going hard at a bitch
I don
wake
I slip only when P-Nut gets me baked from that shake
Yeah you can't fuck with this
You're Walter Middy don't take it as a dis
But the fantasy has
wake
I slip only when P-Nut gets me baked from that shake
Yeah you can't f*** with this
You're Walter Middy don't take it as a dis
But the fantasy has
n think you can smack us
Don't call me bro unless you meet the standards
That's why I hide like a fucking Recluse
Don't wanna mix with
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