Lyrics:
than I do a nigga
See to me, most bitches is women but bitch you'se a nigga
We got rules and codes, G's and hoes
Friends and foes, ride or get rode
the west
Heard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet
Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure that's enough time to get tha
you can see what a nigga see
Baby girl I just wanna talk to ya
I been feeling all alone
And I'm just not feeling my life
Baby girl is this right
Can you
you gotta keep goin
You already knowin, you can't give up, you just cain't!
[Too $hort]
Comin up is hard, givin up is easy
You always get the game
could dig it if you could call him from stage. His name is Dirty Tom Nomads M.C.," signed "Thanks, Bear" or "Bean," I can't tell . . . Well, if he's out
this life
Is constantly
How you
Blow my mind
The sun shines the brighter
The load gets lighter
When we get tighter, tighter
cnd Baby I know there's
The act of makin love...is...
[REFRAIN]
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by
Ha, ha, hoo, hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy, try to have their cake and eat it too (let's go)
This (yeah)
Is (uh, yeah)
The (uh,
Ha, ha, hoo, hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy, try to have their cake and eat it too (let's go)
This (yeah)
Is (uh, yeah)
The (uh,
He, he, he baby it's the thug in me
You know what time it is
By age 13 I was buckwild
Good in my knucklegame
Made it through a tough childhood
Never
(Intro)
Do you think it is by accident that everytime
a black leader appears on the horizon
with any kind of cleverness, or charisma he's cut
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
the street
I wanna see you cry
Put my barrel to your head by the corner-side
You idiot
You imbecile
You're absolutely worthless
And nobody likes you
If any
something that
You may be interested in...
What is that?
You can have my soul
It's a mean little sucker
'bout a thousand years old
But once you gets it
You
Just gimmie some time to get it together alright
Bae, I love you
My head is spinnin'
Gotta make a decision
Do I wait or just leave it
It's pullin' me
in the play
I been getting lifted by the day
Mood is filled with colors skip the gray
Weather out here feeling like it's May
So tell me whatcha say
You
Pay route, pay stub
Pay clout, pay down
Your ass 'bout to see if you paying for the whole round
Leave the house, keep 'em out
See the hounds? Let 'em
my resume
I can get anything you want bitch
See I'm a Pill Popper
And I'mma I'mma keep poppin' 'em
See I'm a Pill Popper
And I'mma I'mma keep poppin'
feelings away with her neck
Live and die by word, tryna run to the check
You know life is a bitch, and that bitch is a wreck
Everyone in world feel they all
doubt you
See the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a fuck about you
Or them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh)
No including yourself
name to John Doe
Shit, have your whole family Mourning like Alonzo
Then go back to my condo, so I can let my kind grow
Is you blind folk? Why you
Who wanna have a motherfuckin' orgy?
Word is bond, word is me
Smokin' mad blunts, and all the fronts and
Check it out, whatcha want and
Go
move, I like you baby
And everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see us sing
Everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see us sing, there she is
bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce
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