Lyrics:
It's been some time but you're still on my mind
So baby talk to me
[E-40]
You took her she went from the
ghetto streets, to executive streets
the worst of porcupine
If you tryin to take mine
Yo, pick up my nigga Splif
In the blue 5S's
Sportin out tan, interior blue head restses
Move, baby no
gon' sing no mo'
I'm gon' hang 'is mandolin under my shoulder
Right down Front Street, I go
I can hear that old train comin'
Ah, it must-a-be
the worst of porcupine
If you tryin to take mine
Yo, pick up my nigga Splif
In the blue 5S's
Sportin out tan, interior blue head restses
Move, baby no
Cruisin' cause I want the vibe with me
Ridin' round the streets doing 50
My oh my that shit look pretty
Looking at the lights of the city
Red Pill, blue pill
high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues
Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise
"Are you my pimp?"
Oh dear God don't
Shawty want a ring but I had to tell her no
Cuz I'm married to the game we just went off and eloped
I been taking niggas out eenie meenie miney mo
where Reginald Denny's truck at
Police cars, driving by niggas in slow mo
If you white don't stop at the light, 'cause that's a no-no
Running through
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
architect in the chapter
Might get some blue tints
Jumbotroning on my sonic wave
A space nigga, fortifying faith I'm fading fake figures
From my little
the lot like a NASCAR (skrrt)
Rollin' dope by the pound, we don't do nothin' basic
Whole hundred stacks I done got out the backyard
Talkin' way outta
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
go on tours on banana bus
D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks
Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch
Word to god doc throw more lines then
hoes affendin us
We're special eders go on tours on banana bus
D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks
Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Chorus:
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Verse One:
I need...mo money mo money mo, suck
that blue grass
Yeah, hope I didn't break your soul
And no, I never let your heart go
Aye, man, remember all nigga we had
With 20 grand cash, it was all
My body's so pretty when I go go
When he's watching me I go loco
Watch me closer, put this in slo-mo
I taste so good that you could overdose
Apply
to sleep at night
So I give you this lullaby
I feel way more comfortable whenever I be by your side
She know that I'm down to ride, she super thick she
elete koni pe teè
Ofe popular biti vybzkatel
Nah my own time go tell
Sheybi nah you sabi pass wa Burst lori mic
Nah street brand us teh teh like Nike
E no
on the street moving slow
You know how it goes
You know how it goes
Breeze through the trees, I'm a cheef in the zone
The police, tryna creep on the street moving
to last
Keep that in mind come on
Making my Money Moves
Win or lose
Ain't got no time to sing the Blues
I got the tools in range
Choose your pain
Use your
ma ba sanwo mi o mo mi o mo ooo
Why why you dey chook your mouth for my own hustle oh
Why you dey put your reggae for my own blues oh
Tokini tokini
ma ba sanwo mi o mo mi o mo ooo
Why why you dey chook your mouth for my own hustle oh
Why you dey put your reggae for my own blues oh
Tokini tokini
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