Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
muthafucka with my niggaz
I plan on leavin' here with yo bitches
Anybody feel they got a problem with that
You need to take off yo pimp hat nigga
And get
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
Make it rain trick, make it, make it rain trick
Make it rain trick, make it, make it rain trick
Make it rain, trick make it, make it rain trick
Make
fuckin' man)
Live from the graveyard (you stupid you fuckin' idiot)
You drunk, ho
Yo, that nigga crazy as hell (put that liquor down
Ayo, what you
fuckin' man)
Live from the graveyard (you stupid you fuckin' idiot)
You drunk, ho
Yo, that nigga crazy as hell (put that liquor down
Ayo, what you
MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money
writin'
What my thought says
A little house
A little car
A little sweet girl
Thank you Lord
I'll try to slow it down
On the cheap thrills
This song
Yo, before my grandfather died he told
Me: "if you ain't gon' shit
Get off the pipe" and I ain't know what he
Meant right then and there
But I guess
the album, you know
So, uh, Dame took me into the hallway
He's like "Yo, man, B, B, you don't want a brick, you don't want a brick"
"You gotta be under
Oh you Jasmine
Long hair pretty eyes big booty
You big fine just juicy
Oh you Jasmine
By the end of the night I'm gonna know what you like
I can show
Pimp C!" what is you saying?
Cause I ain't heard of that! (WHOO! C'MON!)
I don't take 'em out to eat
I ain't here to trick or treat
I ain't trying
Pimp C!" what is you saying?
Cause I ain't heard of that! (WHOO! C'MON!)
I don't take 'em out to eat
I ain't here to trick or treat
I ain't trying
boys
Tonight we're droppin' by 'cause your parents left
The Beastie Boys gonna let you know
Your sister's def
Your sister's def
She's so huh, is
tricks
She's made her mind up when she leaves you behind
Hidden in the lean to mute the feeling inside
You know hoes familiar with that blow and cheap
We'll show you how it goes and still get ya
Home in time for a little o' yo momma's din-din
(Longboard!) Yeah, I love that flow
(Longboard!) We on our
backed by bullies who be peelin' caps
I sack a rapper like linebacker, play my rhyme backwards
You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
city
Miami, Listennn
[Trick Daddy]
I'm well-connected, well-respected fo' gangsta shit
I'm from the city of Caprices and Impalas bitch
Yo I'm from
y'all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin' sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
Don't be trick, you know these hoes so slick
Do yo' thang and get rich
And the only girl that you could take of mine
Is the one that I left way behind
And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.
You need to go
because I
Like the windows and looking
Outside and stuff
And I think why the album has
Such a bright tone to it
Yo
You got cum in your ear laughs
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
'cause I'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in
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