Lyrics:
Walup my dawg
You know what time it's wit me
You know what time
Let lock in
Let go
Twerkin on tha pill he been forming Buddy shit
Gettin money gettin
they sayin I got talent
Shoot my shot like ray allen
Thas a beast with the craft
Put my city onna map
Put my city on my back
Immortalized thru words
I'm
Its not a surprise, 'cause you are buff
I jus wanna be wit you when things get tough
Standin alone, you caught me by surprise
In tha summer time, i see
git em
fuck who came wit em
Nigga stay in yo place
I dont know who sprayin tha mase
But I betcha motherfuckers betta move
'fore I get in tha mood
better not bring his ass up in tha bay
[Juicy J:]
Let me hear tha sound of tha soldiers
I said let me hear tha sound of tha soldiers
Juicy J tha
I ain't playing by your rules
Everything look better with a view
Why you always in a mood?
Fuckin' 'round, actin' brand new
I ain't tryna tell you
Sex, Ima Expert
You Gon Love A Nigga Bet By Tha Next Verse
Raw, Set, Thaz Right (Thaz Right)
Lets Ride (Lets Ride)Cruz Slow
Thaz How Stretched Out In Tha
doja
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] In tha club by the bar wit my niggas we twistin gars spendin 50's wit my boys jumpin stompin makin noise on tha block
thinkin why these why me didn't know where tha poison is like IV
It's drive ta handle hands like Allan Ivry
Hand in tha be -ball's, even though tha odds
freak that, ain't got no shame
I'ma blast off like a damn Houston Rocket
Roll around town with some dank in my pocket
Grandma say, "Ronnie Ray, you need
wanna freak that, ain't got no shame
I'ma blast off like a damn Houston Rocket
Roll around town with some dank in my pocket
Grandma say, "Ronnie Ray
off by sprayin' beer in your face
So the '94 to them, I'm for my niggas that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December
we could
Follow our passion, our soul's said we should
They tryna pull us back, you wanna know why
Coz ain't no talent like us in the whole
they right or wrong
Fuck them niggas they stay dissin in they fucking songs
Fuck pussy nigga tell his ass stay at home
Tryina get by tryina get by tryina
no mo'
Don't know where I'm finna go
But I'm finna make my own way
Stayin' out, livin' by tha rays
Out on top a wave
Comin' in tsunami wave
Livin'
how i kick it, hoes got to lick it
It's tha alkaholiks and j-ro is wicked
E-swifts mad, cause he got it bad
King tees phat and i sport a blue rag
For
givin ya
[Chorus]
Somethin' for tha mood
Somethin' to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
'Cause that's just what I'm doin'
What
I'm from tha three tho aye aye
I'm from tha three tho
Let me pop my shit
I'm from tha three tho aye aye
I'm from tha three tho bitch I say it twice
Clock Out
written by LaJohn D. Manoy (Smooth D.)
music by cdonis D. Coleman (that damn cC)
Tic-tock, tic-tock - where tha fuck is 5:00
Tic-tock,
a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
A GAME
THATSSS RIGHT
J DOUBLE E Z-Y
LIVE MY LIFE STACKIN PAPER FUCK GETTIN BY
GETM IN GETM OUT IN THA SAME NIGHT
TOLD MI NIGGA TIP GREAT MINDS THINKIN
engines
Stay on my grind
Beat dat beat dat
From behind
Lyke to shyne
Respect my mynd
Tha gangsta kynd
Rose in the concrete
Spark heat
For tall trees
Fall
Paola
J'baraude sur Bangla Road en mode Ray Liotta
Bouteille sur la ble-ta
Tu veux embrasser l'monde hein
T'as qu'à lécher la raie d'une ïe-tha
deep end
Only on me can I de pend
Can't let tha fuckery seep in
TwAn J, so soufside
Doin fifty, on old nat
Hit tha shell and den drove back
But I usedta
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