Lyrics:
boys with their hand in the air
Screamin' Too $hort just don't stop!
Like Royal Park, like Plymouth Rock
First street and Sunnyside
Like Sobrante
a grin
He yelled out, "Fire!", then came Suzy
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
Both upstate for
Ooh, woman, tell me what you want
And I'll calm down without bleeding out
With a broken heart that you stabbed for an hour
Woman, I was freaking
money huh
Fuck a bitch, I'd rather see this money come
You can't see me no more
I'm out in the country chump
With a girl from Capetown and
I got her from
get too drunk hanging out the limo
Slow dance with your woman in your arms
Sneak her in after but boy, you better tiptoe
Don't wake your mom up,do
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
other, they would stroll out in the evenings, take a walk-in garden, share past memories and future ambitions with one another.
They really enjoyed every
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
Ooooooooooooooooh
[Snoop Dogg]
Why you so cute, why you so big
Why you bullshitin', come and deal with a pimp
Put your bags in the trunk, holla at your boy
You
fell in love
She fell in love with a Balmain Boy
She fell in love
Yeah look
She fell in love with a Balmain boy
Treating my girls as if they toys
Don't
Look a here
I will put your crew in boxes
I done put whole crew in boxes
And it's best he stops cause I will Freddie Foxxx him
Put him out with the tools
these niggas but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve
fall, let 'em fall
One by one, two by two
My walls come falling down
So let 'em fall down
Oh, whoa, yeah yeah, uh
Girl, you came again
You're
thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
On the other side of town a boy is waiting
With fiery eyes and dreams no one
contenders with pure chewing satisfaction
Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction
Sonic boom head zoom contact off
me up in Magic City bustin' hundreds by the bands
And I throw it like a girl
Throw it, throw it like a girl
Hangin' out the 750
Feelin' bossy in my
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
at the world even if it apologized to me (sorry)
You're hearing the last thoughts of a man
About to blow his fucking brains out
Fall back with a blood-stained
up and gave a grin
He yelled out, "Fire!", then came Suzy
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
Both
'Til your speakers crap out, huh, what?
Girl, you got a hot butt like a lit cigarette (chig-chigga-ret-ret)
But you won't get a hot fudge sundae from
ain't got to fuck me, girl, fuck you
I'm rolling with my goons
And I would never roll on my nigga, take that to my tomb
Ain't no girl came out of mom's
goin out to the Bahamas
I keep them stiff broads when I'm fuckin with the hogs
Cause they never get stopped by the motherfuckin cops
Bootch look hard but
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