Lyrics:
it's release date
Jigga get irate, press get it fucked up
Took me one point eight but I had to get it straight
Get the CD, twelve inch vinyl, get
He's a jitterbug; keeps movin', don't sit still;
If the law don't get him, some gun-totin' irate husband will.
One day in September he stepped out
know I put that green light on them haters
Keep on tryin' me I'll put that beam right on ya tater
(Bow wow wow wow)
You don't wanna see T.I.P he irate
had to have it way before it's release date
Jigga get irate, press get it fucked up
Took me one point eight but I had to get it straight
Get
It just might make you sick, so irate
With this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? 'Cause I'm lit narrow minded
But go
mind state
Increase the crime rate
Pinky Ring so big you can see
It on the blind day
Car game irate, we park outside
SS on it and that’sfor south side
Squad hotter than Zimbabwe
IPhone got a nigga irate
Ringing all day, all day, like Kanye
Got AK bullets with your name on 'em
Powder on my hands, King
before it's release date
Jigga get irate, press get it fucked up
Took me one point eight but I had to get it straight
Get the CD, twelve inch vinyl, get
to get irate
Man this is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how hate
Works and operates
Man, we gotta set it straight
Take control of your mind, just
space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate, then you're
Bound to get irate, yeah
Madness is what you demonstrate
Squad hotter than Zimbabwe
IPhone got a nigga irate
Ringing all day, all day, like Kanye
Got AK bullets with your name on 'em
Powder on my hands, King
a break
Before we wait
He got irate
Get him home
Before mistakes
I know the way
It's by the lake
Or by the crick
Never mind I don't know which
like a shake weight
Love the way it girate, heart is goin’ irate
Yes, I’m talkin’ beatin’ out my chest
You the best, I’m impressed
Ain’t no need
Sand getting in between the ears
No blood in head in, this bloody weather
Irate people with yellow tongues
Only the magical transit children
Sing
pissy water
Sand getting in between their ears
No blood in head in this bloddy weather
Irate people with yellow tounges
Only the magical transit
want no lonely lustful woman's
Irate husband after me
I've been around a little bit
I've got me some stories I could tell
I've been around a while
I need to slow down
Figure eight, good body shape (yeah)
When she on the dance floor, gyal dem irate
When she do her ting, man can't walk
record straight
All the needlenose punchin' is making me irate
Sick o' my bitchin' fallin' on deaf ears
Where you gonna be in the next five years?
record straight
All the needlenose punchin' is making me irate
Sick o' my bitchin' fallin' on deaf ears
Where you gonna be in the next five years?
gonna last too, hate
Never gonna fuck with me again
My own clean slate
Don't fuck with me again
Makes your eyes dilate
Makes you shake
Irate
I need to slow down
Figure eight, good body shape (yeah)
When she on the dance floor, gyal dem irate
When she do her ting, man can't walk
on the uh, screen it said
"Warner Bros sucks
" and we've got some irate phone calls today
Got a call from one of the
Big people at Warner Bros one
that's looking at us sideways
Cut the body five ways
We skin em and drop em off on the highway
These pussy ass niggas so irate, we got em screaming...
me she make her body vibrate
When I'm lookin' at her I never get irate
When she get on top me of me and then gyrate
[Chorus]
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