Lyrics:
Man you lashed out
Cause me and my niggaz throwing rocks at your glass house
Put the trash out we coming to crash out
Become a notorious style
a whip on the lot, 'bout four-hundred grand
Gold 'round my neck, pistol close at hand 'cause
All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches
the clock
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest resturant
Buy you
What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?
I told you, man, I told you, don't fuck with me
I told you, no fucking kids, no, but you wouldn't
of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front
f**k with a real one?
Shit, I?m that rapping man
I like you like the klu klux klan
Motherf**ker want to front on me?
My posse got a real mc, too
time
Hustle like I'm bout to run out of time
Step to a chump in the front of the line
Get on my level I been in the mix
Blue on Rick 'Rari like Optimus
I'm goin' to Rosedale, Take my rider by side
Anybody argue with me man, I'll keep them satisfied
Well, see my baby, tell her, Tell her the shape I'm
by buck
By only a single goin' gold?
Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O?
and they be screaming like
(Hey!)
I got them folks in the back, man they be yelling like (Ho!)
I got them folks down front, waving they hands like (Hey!)
respect these
Stories I told
This just a cold
Lonely road
They say ky you getting old
Yea I know
Finna turn twenty one man I'm gold
I was bold flipping
call me right now promise it's gone be my saving grace
When we was by the lake in the front seat ripping geebs
That was happiest I was all night cuz
know its us
Yeah (Look)
Just cuz it glitter (Yeah)
It dont mean it's gold
I got the bonievile (uhh)
Parked on the
You know what the fuck we do man
We got
Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho
Shoulda said I got five and a possible
Don't go against Nicki, impossible
I done came through with my wrist on popsicle
Man
Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho
Shoulda said I got five and a possible
Don't go against Nicki, impossible
I done came through with my wrist on popsicle
Man
dudes will gas you up
I leave the E by the needle
I'm just in lust
Think that I'm in lust yuh (yeah yeah)
Yeah man I know I don't love her
But dang I
speckled by the sunlight
Iridescent prisms twinkle when it's just right
She's a hybrid like a mermaid and nymph is
But an insult comparing her to man's
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records Man, Yes Sir
lot of sh-
Poppin' that thing that she be on the (ha)
Gold in my mouth and got gold on my wrist (yeah)
Ho, you gon' shine if I give you a kiss
She
Stay chisel like a boxer, wife-beater by Fila
Lou Ferrigno Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo
Stay chisel, check your paper nigga
Bring the bar
Alone in my room when I make these tracks it's on
I know I'm more than ready
Hold it down I'll hold it steady
Working overnight I toured the city man
your bitterness
These pussies trying to contend man, who they kidding, shit Your following is smaller than the serving size at ‘lil bits
Fit it in
him sprintin' on the grass
A real ninja with the blade and the mask
Got them gold ninja stars and red Supreme nunchuks
Now she tryna patch me up, but
peace to Arthur, boy, we gotta give him props
In his angel house he chopped our first nickel rocks
Natural-born hustler so you know the dreams grew
Gold
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