Lyrics:
fuck it, uh (got nowhere to)
Bitch, I go by Mike Dimes, uh (got nowhere to)
You think you him with all that jewelry on, you flexed up, huh?
All
by the throne
You can’t trust none of these bitches with top Missions
Cus they get be gettin so messy with decisions
Talking bout how they be sending
featuring Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott Mocha
[Missy]
I can rock a party with a glass of Hennessey
I know I make y'all sick with
by a misdemeanor
You may be sorry when his light goes out
Don't put that pistol in your shoulder holster
You can never, never tell if the Law's
Searchin' for another out (Old wounds get infected by the)
Found a tunnel heading down (Heat of an oven gone cold too long)
Suddenly I hear the sound (Get
the ghetto hall of fame
It's third and long, got a lot of yards to gain
I'm federal, youse a misdemeanor, you small change
It's that, S W A N G affiliate
From
the Moulin Rouge
Hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough, sistas
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case, the meaning of expensive taste
the Moulin Rouge
Hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough, sistas
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case, the meaning of expensive taste
slanging and robbing
Caught a misdemeanor felonies
We can't survive it
And three strikes niggas out it
But we don't give a fuck cause niggas
Yes indeed, yes indeed, out this motherfucker
Back with the right foot steppin' in first
And the left foot steppin' in after
I go by the divine
down memory lane.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener
(1 8 7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few
dawgs could turn they felonies to misdemeanors
Ayy, 'cause I met a girl with features out in Italy
Wish they had seen her
Shoulda took a picture, I
Hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough sistas
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case the meaning of expensive taste
If you wanna
'bout my man and you know that I had to lie
He thought I had no man and I was chillin' by myself
Don't get mad, 'cause I felt sad, that's why I must
and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights,
the ghetto hall of fame
It's third and long, got a lot of yards to gain
I'm federal, youse a misdemeanor, you small change
It's that, S-W-A-N-G affiliate
From
I never wanted to be
A man of mystery
My life's an open book
by James Joyce and Agatha Christie
Sometimes I get confused
Somewhere around
else can understand
Because sabela is the language of the prison gangs
He deciphers the code of the damned
Live by the sword and bleed out by the cut
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge like a flagrant foul deep in the lane
y'all niggaz know where y'all can find me see I'm deep in
down memory lane.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener
(1 8 7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
Yes indeed, yes indeed out this motherfucker
Back with the right foot steppin' in first
And the left foot steppin' in after
I go by the divine
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