Lyrics:
(everybody get your hands up)
Let the whole club see it (what?)
What? What? What? Like this
Throw your hood up, nigga, let me see it (let me see it)
and we'll be fine
November 28th that happened but nothing on 29
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm
round and round, upside down
C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon
Bitch grab your tits c'mon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, c'mon
Thugs
round and round, upside down
C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon
Bitch grab your tits c'mon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, c'mon
Thugs
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I
it do? You can call me Dogg
Let me just check your sheet
No problem, sir, let me just say
I'm a big fan of the shit that y'all make
I can't lie, I been
not a 41
Try again, bitch, I'm not one of them
Glock cocked, I be done shot one of them
They ain't know I had the gun
When they let me in
You know I got
let herself be won by men who are
Impetuous rather than by those
Who step cautiously – Niccolò Machiavelli
Ooh yeah ooh yeah
Dolla $ign hit-Boy
Let's be clear (Let's be clear)
All twelve months
I've been the man of the year
(The man of the year)
Let's be
niggaz hit the cells
If the line is thick
So I drive the 500, through
The door of the b****
Yo Red, wassup man?
Aye they ain't tryin'
To let you in
sound
she better hope, that you better mind
mix me over my, debt (left,let?) be wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide! (whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!)
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a good thing they don't let it pass
Well that's OK, cause see if that's their plan
Cause for me, I already got a man
What's your man got to do with
keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my 'cause J.B., stay up homie
Nigga better be S-Q-A-D
Until the bigger man do take me
Squad shit!
You don't want no violence to keep the quiet
We call my people wild, and then we
Gotta Be Special
(Yea; You Gotta Hold Me Down Baby)
By That I Mean That You Gon Hold Me Down
(Uh)
You Gotta Be Special
(Yea; You Never Know Right?)
Cuz
from Japan
Yeah, she mad I ain't your man
Like she can tell me again
Bad bitch and she giving me neck
Dumb ho, yeah, you need my respect
I ain't even
of times, did right, you know what I mean?
But they can't hurt us man, we gon' do it
Get up in this ring man put on these gloves
Let me show how to handle
of times, did right, you know what I mean?
But they can't hurt us man, we gon' do it
Get up in this ring man put on these gloves
Let me show how to handle
staying in bed for 7 days?
John: ah, because...
Questioner: well, first of all,
let me say congratulations on your marriage and that
in dutch is
be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step, mauled by the mouth of Pitbulls
Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, ducking y'all
It's respect—but then
the night
Hold you tight, love you down
'Cause I know your man don't do it right
So
Let me know, let me know, let me know
Let me know, let me
a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By letting her pass I proved to be a better man
She keeps on passing me by (passing me by)
She
a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By letting her pass I proved to be a better man
She keeps on passing me by (passing me by)
She
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