Lyrics:
shit through the mail, yeah
Break it down on the scale, whoa
I put my life on wax, whoa
Q just got a new pack, whoa
I only count by the racks, whoa
I
down
With them hoes wanna see me, yellows in bikinis
Break 'em off for D-Mo, it's his birthday and that Key-C
On that Long Drive, order baked potato with
down
With them hoes wanna see me, yellows in bikinis
Break 'em off for D-Mo, it's his birthday and that Key-C
On that Long Drive, order baked potato with
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
)
Huh, a little red light, nah nah nah
(Shake'em on down) hey now, must I holl'a
Must I shake'em on down
Come on, y'all, let me hear you
Hey, a little
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
Down the drain like molten toothpaste
I feel used and spat out
Poor old me
When my baby's walking down the street
I see red, I see red, I see red
You got me so geeky, got my heart so (ble-ed-ing)
Now, you put me down, drowning down in (Mi-se-ry), L-o-s-e-(r)
Left me, the with (Open) sca(r)
You
Down the drain like molten toothpaste
I feel used and spat out
Poor old me
When my baby's walking down the street
I see red, I see red, I see red
Sideways rain that chew the roof through
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes
Break
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
the models appear
Red cup got me feeling faded feeling wavy yeah
Got me sipping got me feeling like a millionaire
Roll it, break it up, roll it up
Break it
the models appear
Red cup got me feeling faded feeling wavy yeah
Got me sipping got me feeling like a millionaire
Roll it, break it up, roll it up
Break it
break hearts
I guess it's her fault, stupid, don't be mad at me (don't be mad at me)
I wanna see you bust down (bust down)
Bend that shit over,
Red lights, red lights
Start to feel like blue lights
Blue lights
You're right, you're right
Left me at a red light
Turn down the headlights
Can't
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
love you, Mary Jane
I'ma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
Baby light that shit on fire, Mary Jane I'm poppin' wit' ya
I'm a hot box in
the blood red halls
Imma put you in the room with the red walls
Sit down shut the fuck up and let me kill ya
Imma put you in the room with the red walls
take me alive
I'll stand my ground
I won't go down
You won't break me
You won't take me
'Cause I'll fight you under blood red skies
You won't
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
smoke 'em in the face
Better take me up out the club cause I'm about to break
And all bitches and thugs know how we operate
We 'bout that take nigga
clothes
The industry are my foes
They treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red nose
They put me down
And treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red
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