Lyrics:
Ah young nigga keeping it g what You know about that
Ain't flipping No pack but I gotta get ah stack mind
To focus ain't no turning back
What you
like Chris Hansen
Bitches wanna act all tough
Hit it from the back if you know what's up
'Cause I'm finna pull up with the Glock
And I'll pull up on yo
are, I wrote this song for you
For you baby, I'd find you, for you and you, for all y'all
God damn, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm sittin' back watchin'
in a week
(What what what what)
When I can't forget that we all still street
Yo, yo you know a nigga that's sniffin'
That's always in the kitchen
up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
about a f***in' million in a week
(What what what what)
When I can't forget that we all still street
Yo, yo
You know a n**** that's sniffin', that's
(J-J-J-J-J.R)
Bust it ba-by
Ayy, can I please talk to my bust it babies real quick homie?
Let me bring you in my world (Plies, Ne-Yo)
And let you
's up?)
Yo, I wrote you these 16s, some shit I really want you to say
What? Motherfucker, you can't be serious
Don't you know I write my own shit (yeah,
's up?)
Yo, I wrote you these 16s, some shit I really want you to say
What? Motherfucker, you can't be serious
Don't you know I write my own shit (yeah,
back (what what!)
The superthug is back, is back
(yo, yo, yo I give you a pound and my tigger finger stick out!)
Index that, I drink a becks black
King, this is the thing
Do you know what I mean
Follow me, listen to me for a second
Check it singh is the King check the records
Yaari hai jaan ehna di
We ain't got to talk about his conversate
Baby by the way I touch you, you know what I'm saying
Oh, oh, oh, ridin' slow
Oh, oh, oh
I'm just
thinkin ride long
Drop roll barre, that what I want
Im comin on down jammin
I gotta be slammin, gotta be comin
And you know we smoke weed
We dont fuck with
blown), too gone (too gone)
Don't know how the hell I'm gettin' home
Hey, snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do
blown), too gone (too gone)
Don't know how the hell I'm gettin' home
Hey, snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do
Terrance & Phillip
A man or gorilla my cap toot back like Fred
So white bitches jump on my "Limp Bizkit" and yell
"You niggas know you can't fuck around"
feelings is shot
Go text that raggedy bitch and tell her you all that she got (man, what bitch?)
Let her know you packin' yo' shit and gotta move by
Magnetism
How you feel?
Feeling great
What ya want?
Me wan' do it to death, what's up wit' you?
Yo, you know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black
again for us
I show what you promise but you lost it
You were abed
I know
Waiting for you
Not me by your side and
I promise you ill leave
Bye
Get the fuck
speak
But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddie game
You don't know the Dude? Quincy's his first name
He told me: "Ice, keep doin what you
what I'm sayin'?!
Remember Mork & Mindy? We used to sit back, Happy Days
you know what I'm saying? We 'bout to set it, but yo!
Kids ain't playin'
[Tech N9ne]
Yo, wassup baby?
How you been?
It's been a long time since I talked to you last
I got a question, you still with homeboy?
why'know
sittin' with me
They're all knowin'
Who we are
TECHN9NE, baby
How you doin'
What you drinkin'
Caribou
Is what I'm thinkin'
Kansas City, baby
Hey, yo, yo
your
By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what
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