Lyrics:
It's the Eastside boy with the motherfucking
I got three hoes in my motherfucking room
later on I be riding Ina coupe
I be on my motherfucking way
Ay
got the motherfucking sauce
got the motherfucking recepi
i dont get lost in the sauce
i woke up im still fucking dreaming
i was reaching for
I'm at the top, not looking down
Cause I'm that motherfucking now
And who's gone push me off that pedestal
I'm not throwin' the towel
I'm always
than me
Ima product of the east
Niggas know where I be
Spider ferrari it's climbing on walls in this motherfucking bitch
The last time I had wock that
I-I-In the stu we got a Christmas tree, it's motherfucking April
And my outfit fully fur unlike a motherfucking maple
Sipping on that syrup in the morning
that motherfucking trunk on me please
Still never will I come off this mic that I spit poetry in motion like a ocean rising
Cause this ain't no
love me (oh)
Raise the fucking roof
Raise the fucking roof
Raise the motherfucking roof
Keeping it alive, I'm the goddamn proof
Raise the motherfucking
Get your motherfucking hands up, get your motherfucking hands up
Get your motherfucking hands, get your motherfucking hands up
Get your motherfucking
wind up under the gun.
I swear the hitmaker take the bid and the crew all the way to the motherfucking bank we be hitting it smoking the best
songs coming at yall ass
I'm the one thinking of this shit
I'm the one writing this shit
Making these motherfucking beats
Singing this shit
Engineering
Proof no less than 60 percent
Drinking by the bottle
Proof is laying up on my fridge
Note to myself, I'm that motherfucking guy
I'm that motherfucking guy
Fucking with the crew, that's a no no
And I swear, homie, it ain't on the low
Know my name
Know my name
Know my mother-fucking name. Yea they know me
Know
Shoutout to the hating ass motherfucking bitch
Can't stand an inpatient ass motherfucking bitch
You don't want to see me get no bitch
You don't want to see
rot in that fucking grave its not my fault you tried to prove yourself and be fucking brave acid burn yo face like some motherfucking aftershave swing
Uh Huh
Shout Dmoney, Rest in peace Rdott
I got us
Haha Aye
I ain't really into making history
I just want a motherfucking victory
Ya
All that sucker
sticks in this motherfucking bitch
Sticks in this motherfucking bitch
Bliqs in this motherfucking bitch
I shoot a fuck nigga in his motherfucking face
Yeah
block niggas in your ass (ayy what you on cuz?)
Riding in the motherfucking Rover (skrrt, skrrt)
Nigga talkin' down, I don't know ya (huh?)
Made
the fuck out my face))
Please get the fuck out my motherfucking face (Please get the fuck out my face)
Please get the fuck out my motherfucking face
it don't mean to me
Bzzzz, a sting from the killer bees
In God I trust, no I don't give no fucks
(Dropping them them them, motherfucking Beez)
In God
Pretty women and alcohol eh
I ride this motherfucking beat like a tractor
I ride this motherfucking beat like a train
Choo choo go hard go faster, stack
[Mystikal]
If it ain't about my paper (paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my
Damn, I done walked in here
Looking like the motherfucking man of the year
Think I had the motherfucking plan of the year
Which was simply to make
the
Money fallin' from the sky sky
Money fallin' from the
Money fallin' from the sky
Trying to get some money put your motherfucking hands high
Money
[Eazy-E]
Hey Yella
Kick that shit
199-motherfucking-E
The motherfucking year
Of the real motherfucking G's
And we gonna do this sh*t like
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