Lyrics:
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
I got a pink slip today
It's time for rent but I can't pay
My car broke down on the interstate
They passed me by 'cause they won't wait
And oh,
kick this rhyme right now and right here
I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame
And I ain't out to give you what you don't have
So I sit back
low, (yeah)wind 'em up and let one go
And then stand back and watch that giant fall
Take five smooth stones
Never have to fight alone
Size ain't
name
But that would give you fame
And I ain't out to give
You what you don't have
So I sit back and relax
Cause it makes me laugh i could diss
Call you
a fuckin' monkey
I tried to make her ass look fat and poked the back out
See me walk up in the spot, hundred racks out
My driveway cost a couple million
on rhymin like you didn't know
Naughty By Nature came to save ya from them BULLSHIT shows
Chorus
[Treach]
The Feds pick up
so that she could look fly for you
But lie to you, in a minute
I bet every time he turned his back anotha
Nigga was up in it
Yeah, I seen him up
Put your hands up open wide
Put your hands up side by side
Age don't matter like
Race don't matter like
Place don't matter like what's inside
for a better ending
And in the end I'll make it up to you, you'll see
You'll get the very best of me
Time passes by
Never thought I'd wind up
One step
I can tell by this crack of light
Oh girl this is gonna be,
It's gonna be a beautiful day
And I can tell by this stretch of silver
Spreading
at least one hammer, yeah
Won't get jammed up by no bitch, I swear, I did
I always thought my last bitch would be my last bitch
That's until I found out
And all I hear is, "Get your man up off him"
So why I gotta stop it, this nigga was talkin'
And I ain't gotta prove you nothin'
I do it and you ain't
to bagdhad
And minute by minute they go' pull you right in it, you go' end up at clinics because they put you on xinix
But don't you worry I'm back ya
to grab at my pants
hoping that im gonna go back and tax that
I aint endin' up in no place with no bad rash
How come I get laughed at by media trash bags
bunz bunz (sh-she got)
Bunz, bunz bunz (said she got)
I like big bunz and I can not lie (lie)
So if you got some and I see you walk by (by)
I'm a get up
on the radio, and it's disturbing you
Big Moe nigga that's my big dog, and my love ain't never gon withdrawal
So we clicked up coming to get why'all, my nigga
hang up
I know we do this a lot but wait up
I thought about it and I ain't wanna break up
And I was thinkin' maybe I can stop by later
And I can make you
I can wreck that hoe
It's Jay'Ton, in this bitch with that boy J-Mo
[T2]
I'm J'd up, you can tell by my clothes
I'm iced up, cause my whole body
Come up to the bedroom, look like she in the mood to boom boom
So I said, cool, upstairs, here I go
Rose petals by the door, perfume scented
I zoomed in
Got it made up but what if them cop
If I don't get popped by them crooked ass cops, no!
Always around when you call
Always around leave the fun
*sung by Otis & Shug*
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Sick Wid it baby, yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahah
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Said I`m gonna get so
Yeah, brand new whip, pull a brand new bitch in it
Niggas sick when we pull up, you know how we with it
Then cop every bottle, get drunk and then
This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up
Until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway
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