Lyrics:
hands clap, toes tap
And crossin' cultural and generation age gaps
Never can you fade that
We make your body like rock to this (Naughty)
Everybody's
y'all niggaz at
c'mon and bounce to this
Yeah, P don't want me to do it like this
YEEEEEEEEEEEAH
P don't want you to do it like that
And the children insulted
The lines
This a grown man talking, I don't do this very often
Drag my heart into our differences you could meet a coffin
Family be
Yeah we run shit
Y'dig men and the boys
We back to back with this shit
Man doing donuts in the trap house
Doing donuts in the Cat
Who you think you
charts
Customized cartier sipping martel
With your shawty and my cartel
You can't tell me to stop this
I'm motivated by street
Sorry i'm born for this na
separate ways just know it's all love
We a generation of some lost souls
We might never meet up at the crossroads
There's afterlife and after death it's
they dudes
I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know
More money, more cash, more hoes
Biatch
[Chorus: 2x]
More money, more cash, more hoes
cash, more
Hoes (what, what, what)
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
No need to dress warm, I
Brought plenty of heat
Y'all can't do nothing with this here
needin a sun tan
I be the one man here sippin Guinness and beer
As the whole hemisphere sittin quakin in fear
don't near to this kid quickly you
You split and separate drums like asteroids
The concerned producer sampled this question
Hit him with the beat for the answer, with extra compression
Problem here, let them niggas go, followed by a buck buck
So forget what you sayin nigga fuck you and fuck who you with
You shoulda know
to shoot to get the loot
Then I guess you got to do what you gotta do
But know this, fa sho this, its somethin for realler
From a fifty cent nigga
Young nigga getting money and
That's real shit and this really shit just
Happen nigga real quick
Man goddamn nigga I know I come yet
Ya girl say "goddamn
grieves
(Havoc)
Two in the neck
Yes you will, if you not feelin me yet
Outta respect
Can't stand it man, you niggas is set
Sweatin hard ain't do
body All
You gotta do H breakdown DNA
Now everyone's familiar with a cell is right?
We all know the human body
Was processed from this cell, sperm cell
face but she facety life's bitter sweet
018 linked about thousand cats by the Sea
I know I change why she don't like the newer me
And all this pain man
her a thousand
Like bitch whatcha know?
Climbing these mountains
Building these fountains
Flowers surrounding
Buying her mansions
Man, how did I do all
Y'all already know where we at this is Suave House, it's like my house,
an if you ain't down with the an No Limit, then ride out,
Y'all hypin' died
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
And
crack mothers on floor for scores
Offering them man to get battery
....you can get risidule p
If you work intel and not on the streets
But what do I know
Playin with the pot huh
Playin with the pot huh
Aye
I can’t help it baby girl
Do this sh*t with ease
Took a trip and I came
Back with the P’s
shouted my name
Thousands have crowded around me
Bound by the flow that I bring
So let's set this record straight
Time to set the record straight
You
Yeah, I just took a bitch off land
All on that land, know what I'm saying?
Tell 'em watch the A.P. dance
Nah, I ain't nun' like your man
I don't
through|But behold, and hold on to your sanity|You don't even know what you're into, do you?|This is life on the other side|You try to run, but you cannot
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