Lyrics:
three, then four
But as for now I'm clappin' my hands
I'm five days old and no days more
And I'm kickin' out my legs I'm one day old
I'm kickin' out
three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and all the ways to Dublin
Whack fol-lol-de-ra.
A coachman raised his hands, as I
don't think I'm they speed (hate the way I speak my mind)
Toes down, both feet (I'm four times twenty-five)
I don't see what they see (how the blind
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
nigga (Fucking bands)
Like carrying bags of sand nigga
I might just cop some Roleys
Twenty-four karats just like Kobe (Kobe)
Got five rings just like Kobe
you boss
Animalistic, leave you mauled in a pod
They applaud us like I see through walls
Take new money out my old friends, slap it
New 4Gs on this old
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
the people who like me
Four times for the people who don't like me
Five times for the north, east, south, west
Six times for the homies working without rest
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,90 Aaliyah's in the house so Check, check it out
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,90 Aaliyah's in the house so check, check it out
The time has
out of med school
Could be my baby momma
I got my left hand on that booty
Got my right hand on that pussy
out of med school
Could be my baby momma
I got my left hand on that booty
Got my right hand on that pussy
a played out DeSoto
Look I'm fin' to pose, photographer take my photo
Cool is back, in fact I'm comin' exact
It's MC Breeze and King Tee, and Pooh
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
Last chance y'all even if you can't ball
What part don't you understand? Your wish is my command
And I'm a rock a jam by popular demand
You gone
other than acting is the hardest industry
To be the best and stand out with a clear USP
For me I try to do this by keeping my writing versatile
That's why
time for playin', I'm just sayin', man (Rip the game up, Jeezy)
We out here tryna function
Don't compare me to niggas, I'm the last of my kind (kind)
and don't forget to
Pick up your cape out the cleaners.
[Master P]
Mr. Kirk's enterprise will be beaming up out of
The ghetto in five seconds,
Four
number
I only give you my situation
And in the middle of investigation
I break down
Out of college, money spent
See no future, pay no rent
All
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
hands with guap and Ima hold out/ Ran the block with my chrome out/ The man on top and Ima show out/ Watch them niggaz on the load out/ Sleeping
have to fight for my love
You only hand over sweaters 'cause you see me cold outside
But I know your mom told you so
Ah
Ah
I'm below 5'4
I'm 5
twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world
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