Lyrics:
guy in his eye in his lip (In his lip)
They said I'm fly, I'm so high like a blimp (Like a blimp)
Her and her friends wanna holler at him (Wanna holler)
Don't f' with me
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on... Come on
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on
Wanna dance mother-f'er come
out your fake eye
Give niggas a break, nah, I gotta chase mine
Don't wear your watch around me nigga I take time
Like niggas that them blue tried
Baby, you finer than a muth...
I don't play basketball or do the fashion mall
They call me Doggy Dogg, the realest of 'em all
You got problems? Then holla
n*ggas how we do
yo they like they like
what has he done lately
still poppin on the charts
motherf*cker dont play me
man i bring that sh*t that
the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do
Well, I smoke and lean tryna get high
On Cloud 9 tryna reach they sky
We call it dro', ya'll call it lye
All I need is a sweet to get me by
I'm
that's a big big definite
I got my Rain suit on like missy elliott
She's pretty sexy yet soo damn confident
Compliments compliments that's nothin new to me
a Texaco
In Louis V, they know me by Reginald
I got the tickets, that's good like a festival
I don't pump fake, no fake kicking it, gave a play to my bro I
they say that I'm shady
The truth of the matter
I don't fuck wit you cause you niggas Fu gazy
And that's what it is
Red bottom stiletto heavy on dat
(Yeeeeeeaaaaaaah okay)
We got all the homies through they wanna bring some mo' in
Don't know how I feel about this all up in the morning
Bet I'm
And niggaz feel this..
[chorus 2x: foxy brown and young gavin]
[f.b.] ya can't fuck wit me
[y.g.] na na, so hot, make you wanna say
[f.b.] fox so hot
[y.g.]
a BIG CHAIR like
T'Challa
Wit the council
I pray for the homeless
They say don't wait for the moment
Hey thanks for the warning
I say grace in the morning
rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In a BIG CHAIR like
T'Challa
Wit the council
I pray for the homeless
They say don't wait for the moment
Hey thanks for
(MS)
Yae's just arriving off the flight from Atlanta
MS and Smokey Lah, ha ha, word up
You don't wanna fuck wit Smoke Dog
(You don't wanna fuck wit Smoke
Rock, ha
You can't fuck wit me
(Can't fuck with me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you claim to be
(Fucker, c'mon)
and witness how the streets made me the grimiest nigga alive
I sell you a fake pie, shoot out your fake eye
Give niggaz a break, nah; I gotta chase mine
Don't
wit' me but it won't be easy
To get my baby
You don't know who you messin' with (Hmmmm)
Most of them leave with the car doors bent
(Yea-yea-yea-yea-yea)
I make them look better than the mother- mirror did
Most of them crazy
I love when they praise me
She actin' Phychotic don't phase me
She drive by
all welcome, niggas know you wanna live my life
May God help 'm
I'm possessed by my sacrifice
Bitches and ice got me lovin' hell's paradise
You feelin'
move your key by the crawler
I'm the one sippin' weight couch the balla
You'll niggas is hustlin' backwards
Come see me withcha all
They don't wanna
[Nickelus F: speaking]
Niggas in the city hatin' me man they trippin'
When I'm the only one that's really spittin'
My nigga Lil Lee the only one
wit us still
Anybody gotta get the hoe by they pill
She's a bitch
When they say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a bitch
See I
wit us still
Anybody gotta get the hoe by they pill
She's a bitch
When they say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a bitch
See I
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