Lyrics:
this a bitch y'all figure
It only takes a trigger and 12.98 plus tax to potentially murder 50 niggas
So motherfuckers better duck like Daffy
Cause
Today he traded his big '98 Oldsmobile
He got a heck of a deal
On a new Porsche car
He ain't wearing his usual grey business suit
He's got jeans
a star for that shit,
And you can learn a lot by jacking jacking my style
jacking jacking my style, Y?all been jacking for a while,
Fresh from Argentini,
the freaky bitches
Fuck 'em all day and fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
(I want a remix again, I think I want a remix again)
(Bad Boy, 98)
You
and we winning by ten
We proudly win, we all -? - up
(Boo) You in my house, you get no love
We be balling
Everybody likes sort of plays we calling
Your
years gone by, and I'm stuck working nine to five
That 98 Corolla, rusted and totalled
I kept the spare key but nothing else survived
Not seventeen, not
„Smash" na taśmie
Ta nieważne jak znajdę to ci oddam
W '98 bym nie oddał to norma
Nie nosiłbym ci teczki ty byś miała mnie za głupka
Pewnie bym ci ją
and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her
98' kurwa, 16 czwórek
4 szesnastki kurwa, jak chcesz
Michu zajebisty jest ten bit, wiesz?
Jak Mobb Deep
Nie pasuje Ci to, to wyjazd
Odbij cipo,
początek (właśnie)
Jak i koniec w '98
W dziewięćdziesiątym ósmy w '98
Hip hop muzyka stary tym się kieruj
To jest tak zastanów się kogo kryć chcesz
Ja i
drugs
I bought 'em from the Ice Cream Man
(in '98, posted up, posted up)
he's my neighborhood thug
I know I need to stop, but
I say no
(slang crack)
cuz
So gimme just a minute and I'll tell you why.
Chorus:
I'm a rough boy, I'm a rough boy.
--- Instrumental ---
I don't care how you look at me
Because
And the girls who try to look pretty
And if your train's on time
You can get to work by nine
And start your slaving job to get your pay
If you ever get annoyed
< instrumental opening >
Letters, we get letters,
we get stacks an' stacks of letters . . .
< instrumental break >
Dear Perry . . .
(Don't let me leave)
Don't let me leave ya girl
Cause if I do, I promise I will look the other way
Girl I know you need me by your side
You don't see it,
person, had no idea
Just like that honey flipped three times
With nickels and dimes staking rhymes by the eons
Situation around the way with my women
of the phone
I appear from the rear, stayin' from clear
Nobody can say if I'm here so they play it by ear
But here's the way I lay the idea
From this point
attached to 98 Dalmatians
Yeah, where them gilla niggaz out at night
You better run 'til you see the light, light
Yo, I know I had you waitin'
But death was
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
hangin' out the window screamin' there I go
Me and my niggas in the 98 black Volvo
And the diamonds bezeled ready I yes this me
Ride with us come see
doper than the fluid cellur
I flip it all up by myself
I give my niggas recipes
So they can turn to something else
They love to work
That's why I
raps I'mma shit on
I made my own damn instrumental just so I could show em BAD
So fresh so clean so proper
Home-bred don't need no sponsor
Gotta 'member
I ain't got that type of history
I don't play the victim
Last 4 days looking like a symphony
With these instrumentals
Me and my bitch stepped out
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