Lyrics:
to hop for cars my nigga DJ Q
told me come on through 'cause he got a gang
of bitches that was down to do
Keep it poppin' since I'm from the big LBC
that's
dwelling in my soul
Crazy is the Scan Man
But you niggas just don't hear me though
Devil shit is what I do
Man I just don't give a fuck
Trick us with that
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Want to know how I did this shit, want
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
soft.
I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time
When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.
I got on the microphone and what do you see?
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we
you brick
It's what makes me tick
The way the team decided by just one kick
Now do the grand slam, damn
Take you back so far, I got you flyin' Pan Am
I
[Chorus x2]
You throw Rose by the case [?]
Three hundred dollar jewellery [?] we [?] by the cases.
You define my case, Gucci is got no laces
It's
Ah, yeah, we finna get ready to bump that smoked out, locked out, part two
Mystic Stylez, Three Six Mafia in the ho
We finna do that shit
Mafia
on Juicy, actin like you never knew me
I ain't the one be droppin dollars, I'm just out to get the chewin
Now she fuckin one of my niggas, pimped the trick
of 'em trick ass niggas
Come at you the wrong way loc'?
[MC Ren]
I'll beat a niggas ass on the trick just for the hell of it
There the motherfucking
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss
Now what sound of my d.j cuts
Terminators back on some ol' fools track
Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back
Flippin' disco raps used to be
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
Yeah baby baby no more
27 février dans les bacs you know
Tu kiffes Fababy? T'es qu'un suceur
Aux platines: DJ Battle
Viens pas nous tester si t'as
a Tech9nine Skeme
Westside Gunna Butchered by Benny Freddie
Was a runna with Kung Fu Kenny
Organized Konfusion of a Freestyle Fellowship
Jedi Mind Tricks
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
love, with your ho.
Lesson 2 tells you to do only one thing,
Act cool.
Lesson 3,
Don't be a trick. If she's poor, if she's rich,
If your game is soft
[DJ Quik]
I don't really give a fuck what you think
I only really give a fuck what you drink
I'm a bartender, car spender, a dick lender
A cash
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
It's Whateva Wit Us
Three 6 Mafia f/ Youngbloodz, Ying Yang Twins
Chorus DJ Paul
What you bitches wanna do ('cause it's whateva wit us)
What you
Was this in them trees
These are the things
They held me vision
Seein' more things
Me and DJ Paul
We got the hook off
We gon' stee
We gon' play
it, throw it)
She doin' tricks that make a nigga wanna spend (blow it, blow it)
Girl, you know you got me fascinated (uh-huh)
Just keep on dancin'
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