Lyrics:
pad (I wanna feel)
Sweet gaming engine, freakin' Unreal
Plus, you can share games
Now I'm gonna steal!
I don't like playing favorites
You know how much
with the game
They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name
It's mind over matter
I don't mind, you don't matter
Pull a glock
C'mon. What now?
Hello?
Hi there sir. Do you have time to talk about our lord
Goddamn annoying people
Hello
"No, I don't want what you're fucking
a drink"
Old Jim said, "Yeah 'cause we got time to kill"
We kept on rolling and I seen this spot
We pulled into the parking lot
Of this place called,
But I just popped a Perc and you know can't mix that medicine
With alcohol; don't get yourself involved
I see you pussies getting old - menopause
Too
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
speak it by experience, that's not a favor
Don't let the spirit of confusion strike you on your navel
Don't be misled by angel numbers or the father name
and me
Uh huh, uh huh
She don't get down
I got a Marriott suite
I'm 'bout to go down
I was in and out
I couldn't spend the night
She got her man
don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am,
Same old habits, never up they game
I turned it up a notch as soon as she came
Yeah, I had to get mine
Royal blue check, Forrest Gump, Cortez
You niggas
that you could need
Sir Bernard Spilsbury
Old ladies to adolescents in all stages of putrescence
So come inside and see what you can see!
So don't
that you could need
Sir Bernard Spilsbury
Old ladies to adolescents in all stages of putrescence
So come inside and see what you can see!
So don't
Mix-a-Lot
'Bout to spend a mill on a car lot
Streets dried up
Get tied up for small packs
Niggas workin'
Phone wired up, don't call back
I'm
on a Beretta
Said he wanna bet that I don't throw a better
Now the game is surrounded by some money hungry bitches
I put the kisses on my fists and rolled
wonders why I don't get someone to fuck me
Who asked you
You ain't ready for this water
He asked for my number
I said Hell no you a bum sir
I'm just kidding
TO THE THICKEST THOT
WITH A BIGGER BOOTY THAN SIR-MIX-A-LOT'S CHICKS HAVE GOT
Dearly departed
Chose to differ, Excuse me sir, I beg your pardon
[Verse 2: Zacharias]
Trying to get cash to flow, Never chase after hoes
Bitch I
that i'm making
Don't get me wrong
I understand if you hate me
But you're still here by my side waiting
And I don't know why you around
You don't receive
can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you
Cause your position's been terminated
Wack niggas bug me like
Pests and get exterminated
A lot of things change and some things don't
A lot of people
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
with the game
They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name
It's mind over matter
I don't mind, you don't matter
Pull a glock
things)
(Other things I just don't know how to)
(For example... Well, if you listen you'll understand. Look)
I reminisce days where I used to get mocked
spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that
Are really pissed off (Why?)
Probably 'cause they been ripped
Off by the system (Oh)
Cops,
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