Lyrics:
Monroe
Yes, well I had a Mercedes just like his
I think it's beige and brown or, or was it the other one
The one that we take into town
Yes, sir
to Joe
I couldn't tell ya how now
One of his verses go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo
I was like "What Up?" and
They was like "Uh-Oh!"
I ain't just
feeling wild
Nah I ain't even trying to lie
You know that feel your style
Uhhhh huuuh
I like the way you bounce
Nah you ain't no kitten
Tell by the way
first
(I hope they ready)
A lot of p**** n**** talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
screamin' pick yo mans up
We don't do no acting, do a lot behind the cameras
Told him get his bands up, he posted by the Benz truck
Sending all those shots,
was too shy
Alot of drip today you know that im to fly
I was down on my dick boa I barely could get by
Walk down bitch you know we dont Drive-By
Smoking
yeah
This is just a little tune about graffiti
The idea is to let you know
That graffiti is rockin' and it's on the go
And there's a lot more to it
If
man
I s-said realize the game, mob hit nigga
Stack chips and make some motherfuckin' bank
I s-said realize the game
[E-40]
Look here, abominable,
the chicken noodle soup song
I'm due to spit the truth for too long
Mob style blowing piff playing craps with a three piece suit on
Stupendous in the booth yeah
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? Probably 'cause they been ripped off by
classy
I had to mix it up a lot
She put the titties on the glass I said you like my style
Imma take her home
Humdele long
That pussy was made in USA
a lot of options
Either you hoop or you jump on them squares and hop and scotch it
Ice cash rules everything around me Haagen-Dazs it
You better than
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
The birthday party was over toys were scattered here and there
Seven candles laid by the last piece of cake in front of an empty chair
A mother said
c pat on the head
that they take for audience laughter
c lot of “sir”s in the soup
c lot of speed
Treaty ink stained teeth
write themselves a grin
hope they ready)
A lot of pussy nigga talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
Tell 'em
hijackings?
Soul rides by a vehicle
Low drive by a signal
Saw Christ by a miracle
Aren't just flaws
Unjust laws? It's just floors
A thugs' cause
It's like
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? probably 'cause they been ripped off by
spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that
Are really pissed off (Why?)
Probably 'cause they been ripped
Off by the system (Oh)
Cops,
rich
Creating designers creating their style 2x
My mix I produce
My profit I invest
Beefing with these haters is not my style
Beautiful santola
Black
It's been a long time coming since the dirty mix
You got to give a lot of something for your worthiness
I got big old balls it's what I'm serving
Yea yea yea yea
Guap
I really go crazy a lot, a lot
You would think shawty a janitor just by the way I be making her mo-o-o-o-op
I really go crazy
wrong
Haven't felt like this in a little while
Tell it by your smile, you's a pretty little liar
Tell it by your style, you's a little bit of wild
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