Lyrics:
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
sorry self over booth number 2 for the crack pipe
Yeah, alright. I got your crack pipe right here baby
Whoa, Louis Vuitton never made a sweatsuit
But
on vacation
Fine freak with thongs on whup me every week
Panties in service the big two's make her nervous
Hey Boo here's lollipops I'ma give em
it till tomorrow
I'm like Zorro
Starsky leaving marks on your titties
[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
Chocolate milk you look good in your silk
Put your
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
land
Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
a loss
So I spit like I feel it and dust your junky ass off
[Chorus, Repeat 3X:]
I break 'em off
I break 'em all off
[Verse 2: ]
I got
lying there
And all around her feet flowers bloomed
But they were made of silk and sequins two by two
The mic was passed and that's when I found out
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
Silk scarf and a napkin hidden in a drawer
Two hundred bucks in an envelope labeled Lenore
"Maybe she shouldn't see this
She should never know"
you
See all I really want is
Just candlelight
All I want is you and I
Laying in bed by the candlelight
A special occasion we will reprise
And like
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
By the time the guests arrive
Ooh, already it was dark outside
Tables set with china dishes
We're welcomed in with tiny kisses
What's her name; I
hunnies wearing silk robes
Time to flip the script, bust the whip
Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
To the feds, catch me if you can
I'm
Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on?
Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right? Ice H2O
Aight, keep all that, keep all that
Been brutally murdered by the Jungle
Posse police seem to be baffled to
The whereabouts of these four suspects
D-Money easily spotted in
Candy burgundy
what I'll probably hear
Sharkskin is what I'll probably wear, designed by Pierre, trust me
And look lovely with it
Cop a 4.2 and get ugly with it, snugly
On Friday (on Friday)
Time to party
let me see you swing and sway
tell me are you with me
are you with me
x2
Friday, payday
ready to do the things
in, I dip in, I dive
For bitches who follow to smoke by my side
The head tilt, just like silk, she made me get milk
The hobos, just smoke on the blunt
salvation
From the salivating demarcation
Of Columbian incarnation
Of the patron saint of palliation
Her milk framed and rose satin
Untamed by the silk
look outside and I'm already upset yo
It look about a hundred-and-two
It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin' to do
Uhh, I'm intrrupted by
the summer, silk in the winter
This is such an art, where do I begin uh..
Used to sing tenor, in the church choir
Really I was flexin', but the girls they
look outside and I'm already upset yo
It look about a hundred-and-two
It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin' to do
Uhh, I'm intrrupted by
by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Word to New York 'cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all
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