Lyrics:
Soldiers
And one more for the whole city
Other cities can't fuck with us
And if they do they so silly
Clocked in no time out
Smoke good weed and we vibe out
Soldiers
And one more for the whole city
Other cities can't fuck with us
And if they do they so silly
Clocked in no time out
Smoke good weed and we vibe out
the high skies
Sipping mai tai's giving plenty
'Cause I'm living the city life
Got no where I can park my Bentley
Music going Continental but inside I
sold out, turnin' young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in
Got a big old watch on my time clock
Push the button and my top drop
And I ain't even have to go to no chop shop
[Chorus]
You niggas think
ringing
You know how many pictures we took?
These cases it ain't a good look
My niggers think i do juj'
And i got love for my bros
The same love that Blittz
got time what the fuck I need a rolly fo
Ice bottom J's skate as a far as a goalie go
As far as my goals go I don't need a lot no
I just want a car that
being followed by the hogs
One time's on my motherfuckin' line
Why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me
They must think it's a G
you
I'm the flyest in the room hypnotized by your features
Waiting on the blessing. I just got the answer
Looking like J-Lo when she was a dancer
I got
me say you got to have caution
Jah la man, Jah la man, Jah la man, Jah la man
So hear the bass drum, that the one must set de time
Then you know fe we
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
pine
And I only bring a little good for the trip,
Just in case we get blurred by five 0
'Sir you look high'
I know, but I prefer my eyes low
and I'll eat it
Mark: You shave your ass!
Tom: You have hair on nothing but your balls!
You got -Mark has no hair on
His whole body but a
Fucking wolverine
Got you hooked, yea you're no match
Even if you do get away
I can track you down and pull you back
A catch
If two thousand mafia fell short
What makes
Im allat uhh
Mix the shit
Then i operate like im allat uhh
All the plays that i called
Look where my balls at uhh
I should be hall of fame to a lot
don't have no boss
Boy you gotta have brains if you want to be swass
And I'm swass
Oh Mix-A-Lot you know I want to, like you, you know I like you
Oh
TO THE THICKEST THOT
WITH A BIGGER BOOTY THAN SIR-MIX-A-LOT'S CHICKS HAVE GOT
of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot
rock to blow
And I don't fuck around, when the feds in town I got to go (for real)
Respect my mind 'cause I'm a trill old-schooler
Summer time get too
rock to blow
And I don't fuck around, when the feds in town I got to go (for real)
Respect my mind 'cause I'm a trill old-schooler
Summer time get too
To all of us magic, little bit tragic
All of it's perfect, all of it's bad
No matter the case
I bet you're still glad that it happened
You know there
Pour two shots for loss Soldiers
And one more for the whole city
Other cities can't fuck with us
And if they do they so silly
Clocked in no time out
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
my successors the loot
Can I still be big? Let me know
We don't really got a lot of time
Got a lot of time, no, no
And I done gave a lot of
Mine,
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