Lyrics:
the streets over black coat with dirty rasta tucked in
I bet that they don't let me show my ass now
Flash out or cash out, make sure to drop that ass down
and spinnin'
Pray to the Lord for all of my sinnin'
Send me the addy, we binnin'
(Binnin', binnin')
We scheme, and we boom, this the beginnin'
That's your bitch,
the atmosphere
So girl, quit frontin' and get you're ass over here
And get yourself a cup of this Crown and Belvedere
I'm all off in the corner 100 honeys
new side niggas
Might get loaded but they do ride niggas
They stuck in line, but right after it's all over
The block party jumpin' at Washington in
bags, box of Slim Fast,
I lose dead weight, got a lot to get past,
For all that hate, I'm about to get cash,
I ain't got a chain yet, you're hearing
We're sitting here with Eazy E
Believe that
How are you doing?
All right
So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster ?
Ruthless, my
wasn't raised up rude
Well the boneman grunted and he gave a heave
All of a sudden he was loomin' there
Shakin' off dirt and actin' pleased
Things
[parrish smith]
Ah yeah, vacation's over
Suckers still pickin on the four-leaf clover
As I say mic check, epmd's in effect
Snappin necks and cashin
style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual
While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven
microphones
And they all wanted back by they peeps
Sleep if you dare, 'cause death catch niggas when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
see is my vision/
And I ain’t being blinded by my vision/
All I see is my vision, all I see is my vision/
Got that 2020 vision/
Took many years/
But all
outside
Yeah but every Friday weekend
when the big tom cat's away
you'll find the plantation shakin'
by the butler and the upstairs maid
Don't need no
the bionic man
I stood there shakin my head, I had a flashback
Bout what happened uptown by the traintracks
Jim came over and he said to me fred
I got a real
about over
The arts of the six won't play my bag of tricks
I got the sevens in my pocket somewhere
Reasons for the Cheer All Temperature here
I keep
Sven
I’m waiting on the line I can’t wait to get in I’ve like this band since I was seventeen A girl is passing by she rub her tits on me I say
Red bone bitches shakin ass I know they know
Put in work niggaz hype & I ain't glow
Know I'm straight & a okay and that's fo show
How you expect me
by the greed
We be sippin', girls be trippin' cause it’s hot in the A
Peaches shakin' up in Follies all night and day
Hold up there shorty I’m not
start like this
New bitch is high-yellow, stay over there by Longfellow
Had a baby by a small fellow
But I never see him pull up, car mellow, uh
Smokin'
with so much greed
People all over compete to be number one
I think we're equal and should just have fun
Cuz we're all in this together, but still some
the truth
She kept the feelings concealed
Until they rose to the roof
A war starts, heart drop
'cause she was tied to the bed
Just as she thought it was over
brought
Pretty soon in the ice cream yacht we gone
Oo this is the jingle
When we're drivin by we'll be shakin all your shingles
Kris kringle with
tell a bitch to get out
I ain't never need that hoe, bitch, I can sleep by myself
All them niggas been some pussies, I had to creep by myself
I don't
Written By: Kentrell Ragin, David Brown Jr
Verse 1:
I know a man
He is so faithful
He could mountains
yes I know he’s able
Fight all your battles
carried away
So by tomorrow you forgot what you were sayin' today
But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get
And all the calories you
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