Lyrics:
Young Gutta, Jody Breeze, Breeze
Boyz N Da Hood, everybody know me
Yeah, I'm Gorilla Zoe, Mr. 'Missed to stack the door'
Right there by the corner
[intro:]
You know what I'm sizzlin
It's time to get this party started right baby
Aw....my name.. they call me Tech N9ne
And I ah need a carabu
hard
And it's getting even harder tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter-totter caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna
Baby mama
cops
See that shine from my wrist to my neck is all rocks
Gucci flip flops with Louis Vuitton socks
Li-Listen lil bitch we don't fuck with small talk
We
toes (say, Gates)
Lock your knees back (man, get in here), baby, breathe through your nose"
I told her, "Bounce that booty, pop that coochie
Grab my
Hard days of work
You had a hard day at work baby
I want you to sit down, relax
While I soak you in my mentals
Backrub style, watch this, yo, yo
like that song
Wanna watch "Zapped" but I ain't got that long
My girl blow that trumpet like Louis Armstrong
I'm as Greek as a gyro from Arby's (not
to you
I solved all my problems
It's time to leave
Staten Island breeze
Will never been tropic
That bitch done stood me up just like a muthafuckin
finessed him for the bag
He callin me sleezy
I can’t help it baby girl
Do this sh*t with ease
Took a trip and I came
Back with the P’s
Everything Gucci
But
a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama screamin on and too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point I'm
blazing
Feeling that autumn breeze, and she feeling me yeah
Saying she wanna leave, now she got that key yaa
Girl with the tat on her back
Skinny middle,
to wall
Got my money up, we, we're goin' to walk
Salute, salute
Yeah
Montana, what up, baby?
Word up, you know what it is, my nigga
Louis Rich right here,
Salute, salute, yeah
Montana, what up, baby?
Word up, you know what it is, my nigga
Louis Rich right here, baby
Yeah, get it, you know what this is, nigga
[Young Jeezy:]
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Baby Girl I Cant Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha
on
Come on walk with me, walk witcha daddy
(ea-sy) Yea, take it easy baby
Let your hair blow out, come on
on
Come on walk with me, walk witcha daddy
(ea-sy) Yea, take it easy baby
Let your hair blow out, come on
me started
Get me started)
Just stay with me
Ride the breeze
(I
See you walking by)
Smoke the trees
(Beg your pardon)
Lady
(Beg your pardon)
Stay
out that basement,
And if they murder me y'all, at least my mama waiting,
Get frustrated so I roll a lil loud up, blow me a fat ass blunt; and let
the new chief
Top gun, make you holla
Bitch I'm bout my dolla
I know I'm self centered shout out all my Prima Donnas
I'm a dog ass nigga gotta grab me by my
Could go and get a job but
Is rather stay in stack
Funny some niggs working they ain't
Never pay it back
I haha get down dirty going
Touch em up my
of me, too
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I've drunk with Willie Harbach (19)
Also Roger Stauback (20)
Wriggled pretty far back
When you start
you're the right choice, my one and only
We're running out of time, so baby hold me
Days go by
Day and night, day and night (day and night)
You blow
nigga me too, see, breeze been a g so long, haterz better be cool cuz
I'm still that cat there at-a
cock back some shots at-a
Nigga bout my stacks
you can
Baby can we breathe?
We could set the vibe
Step outside, feel the breeze
You be on my mind Girl you be on my dreams
You be looking fine tell me why
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