Lyrics:
(Yo) Yeah, I'm talking way back
Like way, way, way back (Illy Illy, M-Phizzle on the track)
Like way back (Illy Illy, M-Phizzle on the track)
Man, I
[Mia X]
Woke one morning, tears in my eyes
The feds kicked in the door and caught me and my baby by surprise
He got high, but they didn't find no
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Stackin' this drip (yup)
Can you count 'em all doubting that shit? I'm illy (illy)
Soon niggas are next with
shows
An' if the freaks get illy I smack the....
Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed
Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med
Ya say you
dedicate this melody f*** the hatin
[Chorus]
I had to tell my girl to pack her s***
'Cause she slipped and dipped inside
I need a girl that's ready
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
dropped by two eaters
Yeah, I go in it where the kitty go
My ol' girl though, she the greatest, that's historical
I love the bass so much I gotta do
dedicate this melody, fuck the hating
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I had to tell my girl to pack her shit
Cause she slipped and dipped inside
I need a girl
this
Melody fuck the hatin'
I had to tell my girl to pack her shit
Cause she slipped and dipped inside
I need a girl that's ready to ride
To keep
es que yo soy un perro
A ninguna mujer yo me aferro
Olvido a lo muerto después que lo entierro
Mala mia mi pecho eh de hierro
Y te quiero comer
No lo
can't take the hood up outta me, you dig
Raised by the gangstas, the generals, the thieves, the twins
Yet I'm stealing niggas, please what you know
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
never gonna slow down
I guess that’s why I ain’t know
She was creeping on her mans on the low now
Finna pop me a pilly illy illy (gone gone)
Finna hop up
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
the lot to the bungalo
Where I run up and hoes do shot right up the nose
Come up with those, by the way now girl, now I know you ain't finished
When
that I'm bringing
The crowd to enjoyment, by what I do
I keep the people cheerin', because of what they hearin'
Movin' and groovin',
a mag
For like half a billi
And your ass ain't Lily
White
That mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly
It's both
I
a mag
For like half a billi
And your ass ain't Lily
White
That mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly
It's both
I
of all ages
They was amused by the way they walked, way they talked
Only if they knew these girls had sprayed New York
If they had to, heard him ask
say? The Aussie girls love a trick
What can I say? I played the role comfortably
And I ain't sayin' that I done
It hard or by any measure
I just recall
from Brooklyn to Chi-Town
See the artillery, we don't fuck around with silly games, plenty
thangs
Nigga plus I got an illy aim, stick 'em up, steal
derranged, gettin' silly maybe
The way she shook her ass I told her girl you silly baby
[Polow Da Don]
V.I.C., Collipark, Polow Da Don, Get Money
Pretty
a look up in her eyes and know it's all okay
Baby girl just come here, please don't run away
I dissolve my lust quick, it take me away
I was M.I.A. but we
I might feel myself, so I go M-I-A I don't never need no help, I'm so hardhead, yeah
Hol up, brudda, hol up, brudda hol up, brudda, hol up, brudda
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