Lyrics:
the rapture like Mase, days gone by
And real G's gon' cry
But I try to walk the yard with my head to the sky
And hope my baby boo ain't fuckin' niggas
the rapture like Mase, days gone by
And real G's gon' cry
But I try to walk the yard with my head to the sky
And hope my baby boo ain't fuckin' niggas
of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?
Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right off
Just the number on the scale going up in ways
You'll forever be amazing
Blinded by the money like Mase
You got 24 hours just to breathe so they calling
Pullup in that new Maserati
Sike, I don't got no Mase
Still pullup and shut down the party
Still pullup and fuck on ya thottie
Not gone pullup if she
ain't wanna run it back
Now he askin' for dough what the fuck is that
I already put clothes on his fuckin' back
Said he runnin' the 'net where the numbers
She dey, tell all the man dem make dem park well
She dey form hard girl now
She been hurt so many times
Say this love something, she no dey do again
Uh
Yeah
Diddy
Cheri Dennis
Bad Boy
La Familia
The saga baby
Before I met you couldn't take stress
'Cause after BIG died my nigga Mase less
A trouble maker, bitcher taker, a scorpio
Naughty by Nature, my Unit brings the Flavor
We cake up like make up, and in New York
Fuck the daily news,
Linda love lace
LaFace says she like +Mase+ but she love +Face+
And I know that Linda was a hip-hop-head
And I know that Linda gave Hip-Hop head
But I
[Jermaine Dupri]
uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell 'em who we is)
yeah, yeah, yeah
They call me, when thay wanna get they dough up
Call
a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes
That way he never sleeps
Bigger than
I wanna be like Mase
My music on Tidal but I don't know Jay
Coming with a razor, razor
The midnight blazer, blazer
I got me a Gucci for me, double
ladies, Brown Louboutin
Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform
Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that's 'cause
as I can)
I ain't never trust no bitch, I ain't never trust no man, yeah, yeah (huh?)
Pull up in a brand new Porsche, followed by a matte black van,
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
tougher than leather nigga I cannot bruise
Who wanna try a nigga?
Hard to the God, come and butterfly a nigga (hold that)
Ooze on out (uh-huh)
Weeks
Everybody wanna come drive the boat
But nobody wanna come paddleboat
If we realized we was all compatible
We could combine the money, maybe come buy
here and summer's
Holding like wool
So let it be known, I had to get flown
Unless Mase plays the Vaughan
Mason I'm racing
Up the side, a little
forbidden, par, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny
Boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman chased by a group of men
With
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
know you can't hurt me
I eat a lot like I'm Ernie
I bring the madness but not in the tourney
I'm in the city
She showin me tities
She wanna get busy
She
Wanna talk to me, you better talk to me, from that pool deck of my summer home (Can't hear you niggas)
My summer home, pool deck with like a hundred
can't stand it
Wanna be down with the Day-Glo
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
"I got a funky new tune
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