Lyrics:
what the deal? What you wearin'? I be drippin' (what)
Cal Ripken's hit a nigga, Ken Griffey (home run)
The bitch got thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy
organic thicc
Yup, God is uh woman
She'll make you believe 'er
Truth hurts
Nothin' gold can stay
Yeah some times
Don't go your way
No matter how much
You
just you know
It's 2 o'clock in the morning, she calling me to come through
We fooled around for quite a while, but you don't wanna love me like I love
(What you gon' play now?)
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Every ghetto got a different name, but they all the same
So Coolio loco,
(What you gon' play now?)
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Every ghetto got a different name, but they all the same
So Coolio loco,
us
If we got to war than it cost
You see I'm scraping your people up
Raking in all this cheese
Speaking the real like preaching
She sucking all
hate me fall backkkkkk
No choice by force I sport
To go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo
I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga aint no flaw
by force I sport
To go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo
I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga ain't no flaw
Yung future gotta keep dat raw
right down in this chair
Im hitting it raw its rare
Vision so blurry Im driving impaired
She holding me down and im coming up for air
Now can you fill it
attitudes
I'm impressed by the way them hoes is mad at you
I ain't spending honey real G's don't shed funds
I ain't sensitive like Brian McKnight, I'm tryin'
in here
I'ma blow out her back while
She wrappin' a bail
When he cook it, it lock
Never once seen him fail
Disagree with my nigga, just keepin’ it real
tracks
He grabbed her by the hair, she broke his jaw it cracked
More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
Wildest niggas just smilin'
mita hana no kaori katami ni
Musubi yuku michi areba
Mata kaeri mi mu
Nagare ruru namida tome
Soka
Netsu-ru
She wanna understand how the world is
already on it
She saying I miss you my baby
Don't stress it, I'm coming lil mamas
Now I'm in the 30 going 80
Raw fucking we don't need no condoms
Nice body,
I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you
To just believe this is real
So I, let go, watching you, turn your back
to bust so uh
Why yo broad’s touchin the plain clothes
Don’t bother me no more
Got em all in the law
Have you chit checking yo jaw
Nigga raw, I told you
the battlefield to the booth
Real veterans, real music only
This is the World War Cypher
You get that?
Shaggy!
Ding ding im in the ring, no guarantee im gonna
you're, acting raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoe, want to marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, cause Your Majesty, just happened
you're, acting raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoe, want to marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, cause Your Majesty, just happened
digits
She a good luck bitch like Bridgette
Matter fact you just burnt yo bridges
Matter fact he ain't got no riches
It's a fact they ain't got no switches
force you to fall for may
No I won't force you
But I will love you
My nose is peeking through the light
Face is jet black like
Clothes stripped from
Don't share my moves with no one, no Ryu to my kinship
You feel me lawd
It ain't nothing to rap to me
Nothing wack, or average, it's either heat
you might be horrified
Dreaming about life in purgatory like a poltergeist
If you gonna make the sacrifice I hope you know the price
She want me to hold
a gun
Ain't use to nothing real
Baby come an get you one
Phantom of hip hop yea
She dancing wit no top yea
Bagging up this guap yea
Asking fuck you
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