Lyrics:
"Baby boy, you only funky as your last cut
You focus on the past, your ass'll be a 'has-what'"
That's one to live or either that's one to die to
I try
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
the complete lock and beat stock
Now, all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my *errr!*
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon, I'm like a mink
notorious up in my city (baby baby)
Wooly in the winter 'cause the streets cold
But I don't roll with sheep, this here is three goats (legends)
Ain't
Mariel
With a mission incomplete, cause I didn't kill Fidel
I brought a conga drum and some Celia Cruz records
My mother had me dressed in high-water
get gray when it's time to groove
I'm a sexy sucker, but the mind is sane
Having nothing to lose but only goals to gain
By my side, I'm supplied with
to live in my blackness
Black kings and queens together we can live out our lives
Love yourself and know your worth you'll turn out just fine
We just need
speak
Shit fuck with my head, a nigga can't sleep
It's hard to crawl out when you waist deep
I ain't know how to swim when I was young
They threw me in
the name of
N-i-n-j to the motherfuckin A
Straining your brain like T.V. Static
Check out the funky 3d graphics
Rave visuals, enter my digital zone
As I
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
Everyday that goes by is another day I want you more
I'd give a million dollars to see you baby standin' at my door
I'll lay you down and tell you
Deliverin' hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic
I'm a trip mode, Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on it
On my cash, get it out your
a maze
Six paths like the sage
Had me in and out of raves
With a flicker on my waist
To give a fuck if it's winter I'll
Catch him slipping in the rain
It's been some time but you're still on my mind
So baby talk to me
[E-40]
You took her she went from the
ghetto streets, to executive streets
All I'm tryin' to do is keep my pockets fat
With this pimp game, and these funky beats
Now here's a little story from the Oakland streets
You see,
woah
Pop a perc, my body float, do this shit with my team and by my dolo
You only live once bitch, yolo, yolo, that shit move up and down just like
and lickity split
Took my hat off and that was it
Dreadlocks fallen all over me
And then I said, "Yeah, now we'll see"
And, oh, with quick velocity,
and lickity split
Took my hat off and that was it
Dreadlocks fallen all over me
And then I said, "Yeah, now we'll see"
And, oh, with quick velocity,
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
And you can tell by now I got it goin' on
See I wear my Adidas shoes real real tight
Just so I can do my windmills right
I'm fresh out the box, baby
you live with your parents still
You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down
You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now
feat. Preacher Earl, Melo T, Bass Blaster, Asu, Guru
[ Greg Nice ]
Check it out, check it out
I got my whole crew in the house
and we gon' turn
going with mine in the mix
Resided united in this
Cant be surprised were arising this quick when designed by devising talent
Your cliques full of vaginas
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