Lyrics:
mbutuca kiaw..Nzambi ya mpana kiaw...
Nza nza nza nza nza nza kina...
Lomba kwa Nzambi ko Vana luvuvamo abetu tua bana África gostamos gindungo que pica 2×2
wit a bad bitch
Gone pull a one niter with the man of ya dreams
Girl you know you need two hands to grab this
Take dat dick baby, don't bend dem knees
of the arch
Most of y'all niggas wouldn't want no parts
Pull your card like strings on a harp
At your neck like a Louis V scarf
Watchin' my back these niggas be
our amp like they stuck they hands in sockets
[Chorus] 2x
[Sadat X]
I rule uptown to Nairu with an iron fist
Grand Master, national titlest
I string
our amp like they stuck they hands in sockets
[Chorus] 2x
[Sadat X]
I rule uptown to Nairu with an iron fist
Grand Master, national titlest
I string
to the front of the line
We're gonna stay by
[Chorus 1]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo hand
Spin
thunes (bass)
Jay anderson (string bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Ike willis (vocals)
Terry bozzio (vocals)
Dale bozzio (vocals)
long buy ya
If I get knocked the whole block will want to die
Baby Mama love me
Baby Sista like me
If you say my name watch them hoes get excited
Ain't
on everything babe
I am my brother's keeper.
Listen D-roc, I know you don't think I care for ya,
But at a drop of a dime I'll be there for ya
women, I was in the middle
She won't let me go, she want my secrets in a pillow
It's a karaoke party they be singing to the pistol
I'm a superstar baby
Threw me off the boat
They ain't know I could swim
556'll break a nigga' limbs
I like your chain, I break a nigga chin
Beat you like ya stepdad
When he
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
strings
Erased from my memory 'til fat lady sings
We come so far in two months
Broke down like a little bitch in a trunk
Took her by the hand and lost my
a king fa dat
Seen us on da gram
Baby daddy mad
I feel you
You gave her ya rib
But no baby back
I woke up this morning with a clearer vision
Bitch by my
Now this is what I'm talking about baby
[Repeat 2X]
And this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads
Get a bag of dope
And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD watchin' Friday (yay yay)
So what I'm tryna tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, respect your elders"
Baby-baby
I'm comin'
for you baby
This trip for you baby
This trip for you baby
Cuz I'm fallin' for you again
Touchdown with my team (Daly)
Got me hanging down a string (Um)
all over the place, baby call me
And we can do it baby, just tell me (?)
If you need it babe
[2x]
Don't you worry about them other girls
They don't
Look At Shorty Over There
Looking Like A Yacht
Stacked From Front To Back
Ya Heard
She Got Ass By The Boatload Got Me On Some Other Shit Make Me
the way
I’m solid I can’t relate by the way
You got a new man I’ll never hate by the way
You a snake he a rat
I’m sure ya’ll great by the way
I got a new
eighty
Grand opened that baby on one of first dates
A charmed mystique in the whole place
When you exit route two,
Its the way the sky and the earth
tower
These bitches crazy man one day I had to tell a bitch "Bitch You can get with the team and get this cream or you can stay by yourself and work on ya
Now this is what I'm talking about baby
[Repeat: x2]
And this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads
Get a bag of dope
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
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