Lyrics:
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar, got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo, I just made this motherf- up last night
And, uh,
the majority
I'm two steps ahead while they plotted it
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Limited run of 300
niggaz and by the way all my niggaz move boulders
Like Barney rubble any trouble free muffle the gat
I'm young and black with a chip on my shoulder
Its
firearms and one pound of marajuana
Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington
[C-Bo]
They thought it was over but it just started
And some
to the lives of people
Hope you all enjoy this album as
Much as I enjoyed making this
Album and I hope this album makes
Influence over the world as
I want
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Prod by neo kolshi dneo
Kolshi bou7di I'm not afraid
Rwapa ghlado ki tobat
Drari kitna9lo flowat
Kibghiw i9sa7o f lyrics
3ayshin 7yathom
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
to dream, but then I woke up to live life
Wanted to be cool as rappers that claimed that they gripped the steel
But they all got pistol whipped by three
& respect the lines
Darker days overcame by a ray of shine
Pressed up my records & pushed the grind
I gave it my all & I gave it time
Forreal this a love
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
I'm chillin' at the crib cooling, booling
Girl by my side she is such a cutie
On top the dresser where I keep the toolie
Other one on the floor
Ginseng tree trunks, rocking the P-funk
Cocking her knees up, champion lover nuh ease up
Three months, she call, I feel I'm running a fever
Six months,
Ginseng tree trunks, rocking the P-funk
Cocking her knees up, champion lover nuh ease up
Three months, she call, I feel I'm running a fever
Six months,
make an album
Album, album, album, album
Feel like I lost myself
When I found temptation
Lord I read the bible
The Tuttie James edition
Reap what you
oppose (why?) we running them hoes
Three-hundred and sixty-five motherfucking days a year
I have your fool staggering just like a bottle of beer
You
back on my feet for some weeks finally going away from this villain shit
And now they be talking away, till I ask for some features I throw on an album
’ll provide you the steps
Need to get lifting to put up my reps
Don’t cross Cheri love that woman to death
By God my God I never thought I’d be here
All these
do what I do
When I do, what I do
If you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I do
Now
Step
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