Lyrics:
Knows that I can giddy go
When it's time to get on the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E
It's me the hustler 40
With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky
Niggas know we popped up twice, ain't tripping
Playa points given, Grand Papi still sipping
Now as we flipping through these H-Town streets, two deep
a pack of fleas
Can I get me a freezy please
These H-Town freaks be a hundred degrees
It felt like a dream, sittin' on the lot at Dairy Queen
Very
to diss/take a crack at this/not algebra/or calculus.
So take a crack at this now.
It's the P.H.A.R.M.A.K.O.N.
The remedy, yes the cure from
a fuck
Better teach that bitch and that
Little nigga to duck
With a P90 Ruger I put shots all through ya
If you survive
You gon' feel what talons do to ya
a C.I.D.
Filthy rich on the floor, fuck V.I.P.
Got my hand on my gripe, other hand on my waist
2 steppin to the beat, I chunked my set in a niggas face like,
P.H.I. double L Y, he that guy
He never gon' lie, forever be fly
I've been that nigga
I can swear to my god, cross my heart and put that on my mom
I
ain't playing right now
Shit you was saying yesterday
You ain't saying right now
P-H!
You was the man yesterday
I'm the man right now (right now)
High Quality on the beat
Flow fuera del planeta, no, no soy de Plutón
Soy de la H, no estoy hablando de Houston
De la cabeza a pie' filoteao' de
sorry, better check that nigga blood pressure
Hollygrove, that's 17, no L-I-E, I'm L-I-T
I'm the Y-M-E, K-I-N-G, B-L-O-O-D-I-N-G
I'm O-U-T-H
(F) you're a feather in my arms
(G) you look good to me
(H) you're so heavenly
(I) you're the one I idolize
(J) we're like Jack and Jill
(K) you're
see
H double O D
I'm so used to poverty
Now I got these chickens on me
Like I won the lottery
Last night I had a dream
Willy met Ludacris
Sittin'
monkey business
Can't H&M us, no
Shout out to women in Cape Town
Africa's always a great time
Donald said all of us live in huts
I tell him, "Dummy,
I'm baggin up mo'
Til' my lil cousin told me dat my p.o. at da doe
Ain't dis boutta bitch
Hit da corner burnin
Curfews at 9 n its only 7:30
So now
shoulders
Gotta lotta hot cars but the drops is colder (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Drinkin' Cris' like its H-2-O
All we do is spend
hop
Bigger than your [unverified]
Heart is beating now faster
Master of ceremony
When they try to H.O.E.
(O to the I to the I to the G)
(I
and T-H-U-G'S
So take head motherfucker'd before you lose out
I got my family Mo' Thugs and the Dogghouse
Who comin' with it light puff aquited
I wonder who
S-you-are-P-are-I-S-E
But the words we're hiding from him now tear the heart right out of me
Our D-I-V-O-are-see-E becomes final today me and little J-O-E will be going
and T-H-U-G'S
So take head motherfucker'd before you lose out
I got my family Mo' Thugs and the Dogghouse
Who comin' with it light puff aquited
I wonder who
V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Drinkin' Cris' like its H-2-O
All we do is spend cheese cause we love the dough
Mami roll more trees before it's time
you're a feather in my arms
(G) you look good to me
(H) you're so heavenly
(I) you're the one I idolize
(J) we're like Jack and Jill
(K) you're so
Yeah let me tell you somethin'
Only niggas that can rap like this
Is H-A-V-O-C and the come back kid wha
Stop you could never sound like this
You not
bitch now I'm ballin tonight (ballin
Tonight)
[Chorus]
I got a call on my celly, while I was jammin' some Screw (woo)
And it was that P-I-M-P
dream make a piece soul fresh
All my drive and passion super
Sees they attempts to do
Just like H just like P the
Reaven air they compare with this
They
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