Lyrics:
Oh, had enough, eh?
ARTHUR: Look, you stupid bastard, you've got no arms left.
BLACK KNIGHT: Yes I have.
ARTHUR: Look!
BLACK KNIGHT: Just a flesh
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
real cool, real nice
It's heated, you done skipped right now
You better nod, now you can see it
Cause I love to just eat it, beat it
Take it back, you
wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
thought I was trying to play fly
'Cause I had a pair of blue jeans on
Young girl, won't you take my order?
She said, "Yeah, but right now I'm sorta
thought I was trying to play fly
'Cause I had a pair of blue jeans on
Young girl, won't you take my order?
She said, "Yeah, but right now I'm sorta
you, then the punk told you
Get on the strip, get me paid or I'm a fold you
Your sellin' yourself, but you say your just a stripper
Your mother's
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
Bitch niggaz do bitch thangs
Look at 50 what he does
exposed
Look at my pinky, you can tell it is froze
I'm dabbin' over here, foreign clothes
Pussy niggas sweet just like some lemon
You sweet just like some
cologne 'til now
I feel it's time for us to bone so I
Look and pimp the background
Look, listen put the bitch on lock down
See you hangin' out with me
Blige
When it's poppin' like this, you can't be a coward
Shorty freaks fuckin' beats like Adina Howard
My squad is hard, with players,
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
don't mix
Now here come the handcuffs
They took us both in, locked up
Then we had to part, shit I got out
But kept you for past charges
Cause I found out
a young real ass nigga like me, young Wiz Khalifa, man let's get it)
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
non-groupie):
I mean, we still want to hear your record...
Listen you chicks!now didn' .. didn't you just say that you got off bein' juked with a BABY OCTOPUS
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7,
my bag
I make it look easy (Ohh)
Yeah It's Q and Juss Jones in the mix
We some doggy dog niggas gave a bone to a bitch
Said fuck the po we in a jam
just usin' you for yo' cash (Good for you)
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It's that time of the year, so I'ma talk about
look up (Ghosty)
Bitches like, "Do you follow back on the 'Gram?"
Bitch, barely, I'm stuck up
Sayin' I've changed 'cause I got a bit of money
Bitch,
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