Lyrics:
(Hey baby, you wanna go out?)
(You wanna go out honey?) Flossy P
(Spend any money?) You see this bitch here?
(Come here cutie, hey, come here)
the house by Chuck D's side
Chuck got the flavor, Flav don't hide
P.E. crazy, crazy P.E., makin' crazy Louie's for the shoppin' spree
Ya eatin' dirt 'cause
Ensuo mpo n3to a m3fa mu aba cos I feel the love in my bone
We doing less on the phone
Meet you face to face cos am grown
S3 niggar bi p3s3 ode ne ho b3
only fear of death is comin back, reincarnated
This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P
And Big Kato, R.I.P.
And all you other O.G.'s, who go down
I don't
and emptied
Up into the candy dispenser
Then minutes later after eating them, m&m
Had got indigestion then he went and set in
To the bathroom and snatched down
But I hope you know
You're the glimmer in my eye
Forwards, backwards
Upside down
Don't you know you're the glimmer in my eye
Woah
Forwards, backwards
pay me to trust you
Under oath they'll drop a double
Homicide, Suicide, or struggle
Upside down when the frown above you
Be aware of smiling faces
Trapped in a world
Upside down
Where time will never
Be found
Open up your third eye to see through time and reply to
Gods to Titan no matter where
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
voglio ij
Upside down
Comme Diana Ross
Ruoss the boss
Chiu' e Rick Ross
Trick chiu freak
Azzicc chiu chic
Co mic macin t l'oss,yes
So comm o napl addo
him know P'll love to cut his
And niggas is gettin' shot down, two guns up
Double R, SP holdin' D Block down
If you don't live that, you shouldn't
designed to render funkable
Ideas brought to you by the makers of Mr. Prolong
Better known as Urge Overkill
The pimping of the Pleasure Principle
Oh,
in big bones call out 4 door,
Might flex on my ex pulling up in 3 double O,
I creep slow when I’m sippin on the Moe,
Attitude on go when I’m dealing
felon ya bitch
From the cold hearted streets of the LBC
To a mansion in the south down the street from my nigga P
See, real niggas recognize
Still carry all of the trauma in my bones
I try but you'll have to forgive me
If I'm not a hundred p Gucci
If I'm still a little bit moody
I got a little
Somebody gon' get beat up quick
Beat 'em up beat 'em up just knock 'em down
Let it go down thass whassup drop 'em now
Beat 'em up beat 'em up just knock 'em
[P.P.] Stronghold overthrow the whole fuckin underground
[I.T.] Secretly run, by commercial motherfuckers now
[S.S.] So while you little step-and-fetch
these seeds I sow
Please keep them safe below
'Til the rain comes tumbling down
Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones
We are made of dreams and bones
Need
You've cut it down, down to the bone
You begin to spite yourself and all that still surrounds
You've been deceived now by what you've sold
Truth gave
her throat
She does not choke, she never spoke, she
Wants him to see
The thing she's meant to be
The scalpel's blade cuts down to bone
He ties
at anytime
Lames'll swear by ya name, when they lie
Get hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are
So tell me how yo' ass gon' run
From a C Z P O
niggaz gon' speak (wipe me down)
Jiggalatin I been rollin 'bout a week
You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth (wipe me down)
Black shades
start it off the ground
I'ma beat the beat up
Hit it with a right
And knock it down
Grab a P
And serve it by the gram
If she with me
I'm finna break her
real niggaz gon' speak
(Wipe me down)
Jiggalatin' I been rollin' 'bout a week
You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth
(Wipe me down)
Black
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