Lyrics:
boy! Lookit go
Holla holla, Kidd Kidd SQADer rider
Got my momma closet stocked with Prada
Top ta bottom steady piling
Live good, fuck ya problems
Prolly
sellin' K packs
Got 'em for the five hunnid, sold 'em for the two
Two a day, fifteen a week, them bitches used to boom (Goddamn)
My walkin' days was
Yuh
Penny Wars
You don't know what you got yourself into man
Ha
You're screwed
Mr. Galarzo Going Down
You already know what time it is
Shooting
a monster trapped inside
Let's take a trip into my mind
You might be surprised
By the beast so devine
He's coming for ya life
Sign on the dotted line
no dap nigga
Watch me bust a move
I’m talking two step then i dab wit it
Damn. Trill. Crazy.
They ain’t even see me spazz yet
I ain’t wit the cappin
So
me naw
Don't test with me dog
Don't test with me dog
Two step with me y'all
Heyyyyy
Me and my ego act a damn fool
Me and my ego ego act a damn fool
This feels good right here.. Just happy to be here. I mean, I gota take a moment to thank those that made a difference..whether small or big. Damn
drop
Mr. JB
Mr. JB - get up!
When I was a little kid dreaming about fame and fortune
The only way I could succeed I thought
was by singing and dancing
wanna be the center piece of my entire culture
And I've been thinking bout you
Cause you've done such
By doing such
I get a pen and paper
Write you
what?
Something by Wu Tang
Or maybe Ice-Cube "It Was a Good Day"
This is all I gotta say, yeah
You know the deal
Yeah, you know the deal, how I feel
I
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
in your wig
Gobis mum turned in a .38, his mum was a snitch, damn
My little nigga was the son of a bitch
My credit was so good, and that's because I
Word up Rector!
I wasn't gonna say it again?
Word up, man it's all good!
You don't gotta let us in your little shit!
You got that?
Keep that
damn it's good to get it, even better with ya niggas
Call up my dog who been in and out depression
Said boy how you living, don't lie to me 'bout your
I'm not sure
Does anybody make trill shit anymore
All up in club surrounded by Michael Kors
Like do bitches even have real tits anymore
Bow 'till your
Soundwave, I feel we, put together
Some of the most beautiful music my nigga
Real talk, feels so good
Let's get this money
I feel like rapping
[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
I got tired of watchin "Good
how to make crack from cocaine.
1. Look for the nigga wit the whitest snow
2. No buying from no nigga that you don't know
make yo way
Rock you may not be K-Dot but dang dog
Take your own advice and
Knock It Off
Try to put together more than two lines
With two rhymes
I get it
You're too
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
will I rot in mold
"Damn I'm so good
I keep myself in a safe hold"
King Tut: I titty fucked
You came in a broke slut
"Never even gave the kid
A decent
mold
Damn I'm so good
I keep myself in a safe hold
King Tut, I titty fucked
You came in a broke slut
Never even gave the kid
A decent place to grow up
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