Lyrics:
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I'm
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
do the skit by myself, don't need no one else
Would've took the boys onna chase, but wasn't behind the wheel
Police pulled us over, had about a hundred
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Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit.
It was now Mid-August which meant he had
Been separated from Marsha for more than two months.
Two months,
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant he had
been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months,
heavy for the shit they bringing to the table I ain't ready
My two cents worth 100,000 dollars when I talk they see blue strips and the fetty
I wanna fix
It's my bad I come across rude
But the hate been real
Forever a fuck you
Here's another hair flip
Give something to huff to
Opinions and two cents
Not
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
promise
It's fine by me if you die by me
You know I keep the fire by me don't try my people
If I tell 'em to do it at 2:59 you gone die by 3:00
And it's
with
Nothing
Lean on me
Not no robitussin
We really started off with
Nothin
Ona block two twelves
Got it jumping
We really started off with
Nothing
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
(intro)
Yo
Bay area
You are now rockin
With big von and 50 cent
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww
Yo
Southside
Roll something smoke somethin nigga uh yea
I fall off
50 Cent:
I don't know what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
the store and we both get 50 cent cakes
You heard what I said in that new shit I say
If you can't break bread he fake
I had one more buck on my plate
It was
Trailer's for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
dollars, ninety-eight cents. I keep it one hundred and I tell her..
Keep the change for your two cents. I grind hard, bitch, to the point where I don't
the homies getting Two Fifty
NSYNC how these white boys move me
Cruise with me
That's my team, they win and lose with me
It's white tees, Nike sweat pants,
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
Yea
Bou
Aye
Ain't no way I can lose bitch
I went from hopping the gate at the station to hoppin out new shit
Don't need your two cents
I took a risk
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight
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