Lyrics:
U I
Middle finger as I'm speedin' by
Tell Siri start the car no key inside
Your bitch call me up like Riko I need a ride
You know I'm goin fast
menace,
And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dogg in it,
Give me a New York minute,
To show you Cali got more dead bodies then the Yankees got New
could do a show together
We go really well together great, great
I'll call ya later shoo
Ruthless! Truth is
Schmoozing me's useless
You're wasting your
to hear
The tales of limousines and pails
Of money they'll make like a pro
I be like, "Yo black, just play me the tape"
But at the show the time
that first marijuana tape
Guess I got a chronic case
And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face
I know this time Paul and Dre,
just a nice spy
Tell me your secrets ma lean back and open wide
I know it's in you cause all hearts come in broken size
Canvased by parents demanding we
2 know about the booty
bass (y'all are crazy)
And if u can't play 7, 7 on the drums,
u better not show your face (u ain't funky)
Chorus
Funkin'
of love before
I'm love with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough...
I'm in love with my money
[Chamillionaire - Talking]
Yeah man, me and Paul
a maze that our sight see effected by rubish that we created, the disdain embedded inside beloved, yet we show it on our sleeves no denying it, got it face
Chorus
Devon Paul: Shake em off hoe!
Blood suckers on your mind shake em off hoe!
Swat them right out of the sky, shake em off hoe!
Swat them right
Caps that will make your shells fall, but I will be the only one still leg locked
Employed cause job to me, you need to lay down you niggah's, you
watch like Movado so I floss like I'm lotto
You ain't lounging, til you've been counting by the thousands
Profiling, pushing more weight than your
Every little spot they know me
Loyal females who can't just give me the twat
They show me like I'm a big stock broker on Wall Street
I said, "Nahh, I'm
without works, like the devils'
Repent!
Faith without works, like the devils'
Repent!
I will show you my faith by my works
The Holy Spirit is busy, friend
Verse four men
A search warrant
Has been put out
Show me your hands get down
Romans chapter seven
verse seven
Take heed by brethren
And sisters all
and a patty fleece
Me and all the squad live forever when we rest in peace
Peter, Thomas, Job, David, Paul
Show me what Im missing when Im tempted to fall
Cause
And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dogg in it,
Give me a New York minute,
To show you Cali got more dead bodies then the Yankees got New York pennants,
really think you uglier than me? Well, you ain't shit!
I'm up and at em, son, fuck your madam
Super talent show, that's so open casket (Oh my God!)
It is
When He show you your worth
And ever since birth you've been blessed by the word
Count it all joy when trials occur
I come in agreement yes I concur
Even
guess I'm a pretty sick guy
So, if you get back tomorrow
I may show up at Harry's Bar
So, you know keep your eyes open
constantly trying to be used to praise the Christ
If he's truly raised to life
Then this news should change your life
And by his grace you can put your faith
get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While
Don't do what I do
Me and Pop
On stage we Rigby and mordecai
We give them the regular show
Coming to business I'm more than kind
I Don't Go by the rules
the first lady
Triple Six put me through the doors getting money
Now you
Jelous-Ass-Bitches in my face
tryin take my shit out of place
(you be steppin'
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