Lyrics:
clown
Get smacked down
By the fucking 4-pound
In your dome
Hit you with the nick-plate chrome
Queensbridge that's my motherfucking home
Off the top
sittin' by the jack as
Now, she blowin' on a flute sweatin' on my mack as
Don't get it twisted trick we ain't no slackas
Ain't got time to play
give you time to think
Let me puff this Buddha blunt and cut on this porno bump, girl, come lounge
Here by my side tonight you're my devils bride
give you time to think
Let me puff this Buddha blunt and cut on this porno bump, girl, come lounge
Here by my side tonight you're my devils bride
by model hotties
A long way from being street scholars
To Saki Bombs and Benihana
Chilling lounging with pretty mamas
Cables and cabanas, no dress
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench my thirst wit you
by the boys of the world
But I!! i.. am.. totally ignorant to that type of pride
Yell, when your groin starts to rebel
Yo l, I told you that we would
don't die, we don't die
I'm bout my paper, my paper
Important people on my pager
I might not drink Alize
But I'll smoke you under the table
Don't
don't die.
We don't die, we don't die.
I'm bout my paper, my paper,
Important people on my pager.
I might not drink Alize,
But I'll smoke you
don't die.
We don't die, we don't die.
I'm bout my paper, my paper,
Important people on my pager.
I might not drink Alize,
But I'll smoke you
I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench
Sippin Alizé
Not the Hennessey
It made me gag
Now I'm older, Thug Passion really sounds like just a dodgy porno mag
That is not a jab
Let the critics
don't die.
We don't die, we don't die.
I'm bout my paper, my paper,
Important people on my pager.
I might not drink Alize,
But I'll smoke you
champagne,
Alize poppin' more blowin' air,
Draggin' that brown nigga holdin' uptown puttin' it down
Hold my crown got the game of the ground,
That's how
Ayo, yo, raise 'em up, hold ya cup
Up, let the Alize fill them up
Thug passion, love passion, niggas, who be actin'?
Grey Goose, cranberry juice
explosions caused by my devotion, to
Be that shooting star, out in the dark space
Shining light from afar, even though you cant see my face
Im hiding
Mesmerized by expensive taste even if you can't afford it
So if ya gotta die Die gorgeous
This is my life I'm a live it flawless
But if I got to die
Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot
Verse 1: Juvenile
Wootay ask them muthafuckas how the CMB play it
Tangrie alize it
Take the yay yo
pour da Alize up our cups now we boss players riding out here like what the fuck nigga
All I know is ride 495 can't stop till I make it to the other
Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot
Verse 1: Juvenile
Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it
Tanqueray and Alize it, take
a nobody, but now you famous now
I be out in Chi-town wit some real OG's
Matter of fact one of them had dinner wit me
You gotta play by the rules when you
[RZA]
Aiyo, raise 'em up, hold ya cup
Up, let the Alize fill them up
Thug passion, love passion, niggaz, who be actin'
Grey Goose, cranberry juice
split it
Let's take it back today
Let's take it back to sippin Alize in the alleyway on a Saturday
Looking like Tony Montana in a white tee
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