Lyrics:
Clementino al mic
Puort'o tritolo pe stu picnic
L'isola di Wight come i Dik Dik
Fuoc pe stu dream team
Nun te veco slick rick
Si l'hip hop n'è viv io so
mans drug is what the homies was all rockin that night
They popped a couple brews that part was skipped by myself
But like this white we had had came
(Baby, ride wid me)
Back it up for me and don't stop girl
All in a moment (Ya)
Let's not worry bout 2mrw
Let's jux live right now girl
All in a moment (Ya)
watches two up on his each wrist
Took it all off and gave me everything he a smart young n****
(He a smart young n****)
Can't let him live no I won't do
Pour some more
Drip so hard
You can see it through the fog
Me n gang (Gang gang)
Trynna spark
Live from p berg
Too much sauce
We stack up greens
Lost
Get marked on your chest like an X-men
Get two sauced
So screw off
I'm the beast without the blue balls
And I will feast on your crew
If they wanna beef
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
(Pimp): That nigga wasts the honey
(Pimp): All we want is the money
(Pimp 2): I keep em' bro. Wake up one morning, and, with some money
Come take a ride with me and witness the thrill
Of an ass-whooping issued by the brothers in the khaki pants
Some think I'm too light to fight, so then
Don't fuck a man when I pass by
I'm pass how, that tinie shit, might pass out
I p-p-p-ick that money up then dash out
I'm bigger than your dads house
and R.I.P. my guy
I'm smokin' cookies to get by, bitch, I'm high
Legends never die Still, I keep that Smith & Wesson sin on my side
If you wanna try, you gon'
I'm with my boys, I'm with my crew
Ain't nothing new, yeah we grew
Little kids to lions in the zoo
One pack, chasing one bag
Damn we came a long way
fuck wid no C.A.Ts get pressed
But I don't wanna deal wid the extra stress
C.A.P for the boys in bed
They don't do what they rap they just joke instead
the move?
Count these blues (Look)
Holy ghost they calling for the dude (Uh)
Money make it move, never snake the crew (Uh Yeah)
I came out bottom
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
flex on them n that’s a fact
My niggas really got my back
Suburban Nigga I didn’t trap
Stuck in the now don’t live in the past
I’m smoking loud ,it
gimmie that n*gga, here Bussy Bussy Bussy Bussy
Verse 2:
Designer vagina, open ya mouth taste my saliva
Waistcoats tailored, not in China
Never have my
on the mic live as can be what's good y'all I'm The ZYG.
(Chorus)
Kid Creole was the first to say yes yes y'all. In the days before Curtis blow was fresh
touching chip that shit ain't a debate
Taught you all the game I put you on n you choose not to play
Came a long way from trapping turnt into p's straight
Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed
'Cause', you know me, givin' me left hand dap
P
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm
[ Erotic D ]
Live and direct from your favorite place
The Black Hole
And we go on and on
On and on, on and on
To the break of dawn
Eric Breed
(What
Foe'n'em eventually made me quit
Picked me up everyday with lick two or three Glicks
And we might do a hit
We just gonna ride a vip
We just gonna ride
They don't need a partner to swing (X6)
"More cash in my hand" - Grand Puba
Verse 2:
Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge
Warning your
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