Lyrics:
flipped it
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit
All of this was around spring eighty one
I was in the life and had a good three year run
Anyway,
I'm in the B's, yeah
Know just by the way that you talk
I can tell there's something in you, hoe
Look at me from afar
How would you know you're
we are I see one now
And it's snaking through the town, stop the car and set us down
Hey Hey, it's a long way down the line
We're standing by
Dreams of owning an Island fuck what you thinking I ain't here for lame shit
Mber na mo dze ron girls wc town na me hy3 fie me checki me pay slip
white T
Fabo off the beans you can do it like me
The Glock A Town stomp on the beat
I A Town stomp on a key
Real magician turn one to a three
If you ever
ever make a sound
Yeah I'm smoking cookie yeah I smoke it by the pound
I'm just looking for the baddest bitches in town
I just wanna see them throw there
Just shake your rump
All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
Just shake your rump
Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4
Check, baby,
No diggity, I gotta bag it up, bag it up
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I gotta bag it up
She's got class and style
She's managed by the town
family
Well they had us pinned down at a five mile creek
There was seven of them just my wife and daughter and me
I had three bullets left there was no way
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
A town
Yea hoe
Hold it down
For your town
Now who it be
That Jacktown representer
L town, to Mac town
All the way to magic city
A
I fuck with trap
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black
One day I
away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange,
Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range;
Of a little hut by
hurrah!
The ants came marching three by three.
The little one stopped to climb a tree.
And they all go marching down around the town
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
over town
First I play them one by one
Then I sing them just for fun
La la la la la la la la
First I play, then I sing, but counting is my favorite
woba fie aa na wab3 buada
Aha aha
Wo use iPhone 12
You pull up in the benz
Joo and so what?
Your pressure
Nor go fit scare me
Ma one way shadda
Ago take
boots, singing
Erykah Badu to herself
Leaning her head against the window
And thank you to the way my father one time came back in a dream
By
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
You might say I ain't tha sam3 no mor3.
I don3 switch3d up my ways and all.
But I ain't giving no fucks, dropping new tracks.
I call up my girl in 3
side we dont joke
Ahh
This side we dont play
Ahh
This side y3w) Outiside y3b3 y3 saa yenda "y3b3 y3 saa yenda"
See the way I chock for this side
Money
and bring the mail
I'm passing the time by reading
She way from Florida but mailing pictures out to me
I was thankful in that time of need
No more than
of condemn
I'm this jungle we call the town in the city of sin
Where niggahs start packing 9's by the time they run 10
And by the time they 18 they locked up
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
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