Lyrics:
work all play, okay
So we sip a little something
Lay to rest the spell
The Baseballs ban runnin up a high bill
Can we left the camber
When we dress
hood rat
My homeboy told me that the bitch wasn't shit
But I didn't give a fuck cuz this twin a Crip
The first young nigga with a baseball cap
Tried
homeboy told me that the bitch wasn't shit
But I didn't give a fuck cuz this twin a Crip
The first young nigga with a baseball cap
Tried to hit a nigga up
a good time
When I go i also like gay male
Strip places straight male strip places
Are disgusting those guys can
Never dance only
The guys at the gay clubs
Now what if Michael Jordan
Decided to stick to
Baseball and Jay-Z decided to stick to crack
Just Blaze decided to stick to engineering
And Kanye
for a hit
Bitch you're making me sick
Trying match with the queen mean
More than a dub
I'm the kinda bitch that freebase in the club
Wanna, test my
Here we go again
In the Bent fitted to the back
Pull up to the club then we get into the back
Shawty show me love she let me
Get it from the back
fools with a baseball bat
Started having sex at only 14
Imagine OG wears his clothes
All crisp and clean
Got pregnant had a baby in December
She won't see
the club every weekend
On some sav ass shit
And I ain't too pretty
To slap a ho
So all you girls acting shitty
Better hit the back door
Where they
Woru-re, wuro-roro, ou-wo
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm from Louisiana, she's from San Pedro de Macorís
You know the land of baseball players
Where Sammy
track in her cheap chinchilla stole.
The Fiesta Club, The Chinese Palace, The Old Kentucky Bar
The matadors and baseball heroes and great big movie
Limos and ladies they're driving him queasy
Rugby and cricket's unknown
Baseball and football they're making him lazy
Your fan club says "Rodney come
Limos and ladies they're driving him queasy
Rugby and cricket's unknown
Baseball and football they're making him lazy
Your fan club says "Rodney come
don't like on sight, he murk like he's the Klan
Eight balls the size of baseballs like Jeter's hand
It fecal fam, yeah, it's the shit
Zip your face up
and a baseball cap
Two folding chairs, adirondack
And a mini-cooler filled with healthy snacks
Beach towels, sunblock, a surfboard and a sleeping bag
Bottled
Laflare nah we don't fight fair
Got major flavor, no major label
We major niggas cause we got major paper
Ball hard like we Major League Baseball
your chain in when you walk in the club
an' if You So Gangsta…
Why you a grown man still getting you pockets dug
If You So Gangsta…
Then how come every
dozens of Christmas songs during my time with the Failure Club. Songs, they just came so easily to me. They just poured out. And by the first year of being
mixer
Ol lean in my cup mixed up I got that secret formula
Where's Bobby
I make you drop it low
In the club
In the in the club
I can never get enough from
scanned at the club (what else?)
I popped my collar to all my folks with love (what else?)
And all the niggaz that didn't respond to me (what else?)
I
I be shittin' on em' fuck what they thought
Pull up to the club just the face car
I'm just gettin' to it, why you hate for
Niggas in the field,
to the T-O-P
Then I will be D-O-N with the E
I rock New Jersey and N.Y.C.
Whether it's at a club or a block party
To my man Capri, Starchild and Brucie Bee
the pussy up
You fine, but I ain't gone sweat ya
See I wanna fuck, tell me what's up
Walk around the club with your thumb in ya mouth
Put my dick in,
(East side Cleveland wild boy)
We got baseball bats like the Indians and my team pop off like cowboys
You're a white flag, throw that towel boy
I'm
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