Lyrics:
4, 3, 2, 1
[redman] hahh [method] hah
[method] yeah [redman] yeahhh
[ll cool j] make it butter
[redman] I'm gonna bankhead bounce!
[ll cool j] no
here flodging
Nah I ain't hearing it
So what you gonna do with the money and hoes
It come with fame man I know how it goes
Ain't tryna hoe or even step
watched drugs and guns take control
I even watched how the devil take the Black woman's soul
They ain't got respect no more
When your ass on the camera
the fat brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin' the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda
brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda bummy with
daddy go hit a lick
Ya both walking round dead broke, then both of y'all ain't doing shit!
Need a real bitch that's loyalty to me, cute face with a fat
they say I'm possessed by the devil
Spit so hard I could chew through metal, ain't nobody wanna get leveled
Bitch I'm steaming like a kettle
Hatin' ass
And wut ya lookin for
You aint gonna find in no drug
In deez streets catchin cases
Bout to catch you a slug
Ridin dirty in stolen cars
Like that's the move
but I ain't gon' start snitching
I ain't gon' say names
Cause' it really makes no difference
Cause' the woman lie and these niggas lie
But the numbers
It's money, honey, that's no mistake
Keep Filas on my feet, big mack on play
Gold on my fist, my pocket's getting fat
"Why?" - it's like that, it's in my
as my money keep pillin' up
Had to get another money machine
'Cause the first one I had don't work no more
Had to get me some new cars with new rims
try to try me it go pop, pop
Had the spin the block and get a third shot
I ain't got no options make the body drop, Drop
Playing with the hood you
easy
Gonna take more than that to cease me
I stay in a woman's place from behind or up in ya face
Niggas deceive me
I'm telin' them what it is, they
If my sister tour bus, ride through your town
You're gonna have a problem
Tell um Lil' Mama!
Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
Uh uh, no way, you
bitch n she really tryna tempt me
I gotta give thanks for the times I get blessings
Buisnes checks ain't no more finessing
London in a palace no more
Not gonna lie but that booty is fat
I just wanna live a luxury life
I wanna big house and a wife
4 kids, and I'm wishing all my people more life
More
This, that made me self-embrace it
Me-self the laddie in him
But he ain’t no Irish man, he’s a Filipino
Plus he’s German and Swedish but you
Don’t know
you cold
It's like a fantasy, it's irony, my rhymes go down in history
Hit my boys proven with the freshest termenology
Know more words then a pocket
if I'm nice with mine, don't say sorta
I can sell an Eskimo a glass of cold water
It ain't no doubt you get knocked in ya mouth
Be the eighth MC,
ya brain
Pollute ya city cuz I spit that cooked cain
Thanks fat joe cuz you described us best
Now it's non stop packs look at this big mess
You left us
Cuddle the verb
Cuddle with her
Groing pains never
Said I would be perfect
Guess imma god
Preachin the word
Went to Georgia ain't
See me no peaches
That
bitches on my dick, I'm droppin' fire with quesada
On the way to the doctor 'cause it's itchin' by my privates
Oh Lord, everybody calm down, it's just
gripping
if I ain't say nothing then I must be tripping
I see you sipping on something, no ring no husband,
with ya girlfriends clubbing, at the bar
I been
you slide after dark don't get to talkin' hoe jus suck dick
If you ain't gang you can't get no handshake we probably bump fists
We blowing 8ths shit
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