Lyrics:
Gettin' freaky in the club
That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way she's windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so
hoes
When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh
Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass
One feed me mangoes, the other lightin my hash
Rap
When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new
It always winds up feeling more like a job interview
My mama used to wonder if she'd ever
say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep
listen to that diss record
I only fuck with you 'cause of your interviews
I ain't even trip when you called me a bitch
I was like, "Look at Salem,
issue exclusive interview
Tawdry secrets of select few
What you didn't want to know
But you really did when you picked up the magazine
To read all
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
watchin' Kanye interview, feel like I wanna cry
For every innocent brother charged with a homicide
Went from battle raps to now we wearin' M.A.G.A. hats
[Chorus]
Never thought id see the day when you wasn't by my side.
Listen I was down for you girl put you first in my world
And I thought you were
eyes close (eyes close)
Five o'clock with lights off, interview with a vampire
Sleep is for the living and not a utensil that I require
I swear I
the sky,
Completely disappearing behind each bar.
Then a helicopter flew by.
"Say hi to Earl and Edith.
Tell'em I'm doing fine.
Tell'em you're old
behind each bar,
Then a helicopter flew by.
"Say hi to Earl and Edith.
Tell 'm I'm doing fine.
Tell 'm it's time for them to let you go now,
They
by a scale and everybody know it (know it)
I hate it when a pretty girl start snoring (stop that shit)
Lookin' in the mirror like, "you a lucky man"
the law
Demons in my cell, it's just me, all alone
Takin' everything to trial, nigga, we goin' home
I was taught by OGs to never speak on the phone
So
wit a couple niggas who ride
Look fella
Trees yellin'
Just by the smell you can tell us
Chronic I smoke hella
My pockets want mozzarella
Your
missing you
Damn we missing you
(It's been too long and I'm lost without you)
Now Star is mad I won't grant him a interview
Now he's dissing me cause he
gedisst
Ab heute sind wir Feinde wie
Die Bloods und Crips
G-Funk-Einfluss, C Walk ist ein Muss
Drive-By, es reicht meist zu zielen
Nur ein Schuss von
Übernehmen (Apocalyptic)
Stepp' in die Kabine, baller' Silben in den Beat
Um alle Rekorde der Welt mit einer Single zu brechen
Und by the way 'nen Gruß
When I ride by, I want you to see what I see
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shit's very clear, uh
Pass me a joint, guarantee Imma hit it
Come
Black Mayors, Black Senators
Why you ain't got no Black Editors?
Every time I do an interview in Rolling Stone
They sendin' me a writer that look
shed say
I gotta meet someone for an interview
He's only in town today
Always a little bit overdressed
Much more than I thought he'd be
High heel
Two by two
Comin in two by two
Never been around no guys like us, it says a lot about you
Two by two
Fuck with my two live crew
Tell me everything
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
huh)
I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece
By 9 o'clock, we on round three
I speak of rain they say I'm crazy like they didn't know
See I'm not crazy
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