Lyrics:
'Bout to make 'em big mad
Aye, Aye
I got a back to watch (Aye)
'Cuz they got a boat to rock (Aye)
I got get on my p's and q's
And I get some t's to cross
The password is party.
[T. Lee]
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
For the 98 this is how we do
Queen Pen ya'll, T. Lee ya'll
Rock on ya'll, D-Dot ya'll
Mane rock with vatos
Carbon 15's I got those
Big buck shots I bust those
I leave a doughnut hole in your uncle
Told the plug send em nigga vamos
150
does it feel when you got no cash
How the fuck you think it feel when your pocket's singing "Make it last"?
I choose to rock the boat instead Rock
ain’t nothing like the last girl
Baby lemme rock the boat
Work the middle
I ain’t put in work if it don’t hurt a little
Change positions
Switch it up
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
top
Dope nigga, ayy, yeah I'm somethin' like a crack rock
My bitch got big titties in a crop top
I been cracking opps, and poppin' em like a pop rock
I
Uh, uh, uh, yo
Harlem World gon' make me rich
Harlem World gon' take your bitch
Harlem World is the place to be
This M-A-Dollar Sign-E
Yo, hold
finna rock out a show, uh
No you not my gang, you not my twin
Yeah, you not my bro
Big bands, bro be punching shit, he got quick hands
I'm a rich man, try
miss yet
Never took a misstep
Gotta take a big, big step cause tryna get gone got me praying out to God is his telephone on cause I’m looking for a way
the age of 12, turnt myself into a popstar
Rock by myself, Ian never need a guitar
Turn 13, turned myself into a big star
Wanna kill me, better plan, better
niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
you really want to be, rich and famous now.
I don't believe in Rock 'n' Roll illusions.
I don't believe that what they say must always be the truth.
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
Oh and we take your ho
Pull up in the Lamborghini with that big 44
Young rich nigga came from
The fucking kitchen
Whippin', whippin', whippin'
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
it everyday
Anyway 'cause I gotta stay paid 40
Chorus
Verse Three: E-40, Too $hort
We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they
that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paper
Ultrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego
that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paper
Ultrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego
hot boy like Juvie
I'm a cutie with a big booty (booty), big bag
I like big dicks, big ice
I got that good pussy, make a nigga cum fast
Then I let
like Most Def
More stretch than Bowflex
Flow tighter than No sex
Money talkin like pest
Fuck niggas say less
Big trucks like Hess
Too rich for phone
Jeweler put all of these stones and rocks on a boat (shh, shh)
Floodin', it's water on water, but he'll never sink it (shh, shh)
Your chain is a trinket
rage
Platinum look like steel cages
Nigga we the new ages
Nigga we the nineties babies
Nigga we got road rage
Bitch it's Big Blue Bill Boat
King
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