Lyrics:
Uh, I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops)
Don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving
(We're giving
don't invite in, but since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
Put the white over the plate, like
(thought I told ya)
Thought I told ya (thought I told ya)
I know you run yo mouth but please don't start ya mota
That girl way too wet for lube
I eat sugar
you're late
Everyday I got some fly shit on
Keeping all black outfit on
I already bagged most the chicks
That you out here trying to get on
You just
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
shake it baby)
To the sunlight (now bounce for me baby; bounce-bounce for me baby) to the
moonlight (I love the way that you do me baby)
[Mr. Man] Check,
we selling albums, music paying our bills
City after city we be making a kill
Never signed a deal this that independent milli
Imma young boss man
ha)
No one gives a shit except
Some kids that just got into
Sex on the Internet
So you want the chatroom or
The house in Malibu?
Em, your emphasis is
been afraid that I take it too serious
Not even high school and people gon hear this
Yuh
I told them I'm floating by
I told them got too many shows
hoping she would give me a chance
She walked by and didn't gimme a glance, damn
So, I told her like oh baby
I'm so amazed by everything that you do
I told
nobody, like nobody else (It's true)
All by myself, all by myself
I'm tryna put you on that Gucci, Louis and that Prada too
Chanel bag, would be really
Well, you've all heard the story
About Rudolph and his nose
But I'll tell you a Christmas tale
That never has been told
You may think you
Well, you've all heard the story
About Rudolph and his nose
But I'll tell you a Christmas tale
That never has been told
You may think you
(No)
Talkin' to a bad chick, she told me she a dancer (Yuh)
Put some diamonds on her neck, I told her now you dancin'
Take her to the crib, 360, yeah, I
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
that run the store?
They said "if you want that Red
October, you gotta take these 10 other shoes"
So they told me, they ain't sure
But then they
Told
What you mad cause we datin'
Dog, it ain't like that
Bow, you know I got your back
I don't wanna see you get played by no hoodrat
Dog, she ain't
on 2Pac's best songs
Followed by Biggie's best songs then I get
Ready to go into my next project
Laurence Fishburne told me once
That he didn't like 2Pac he
helps people fund their recording projects. You could do it. You could just start one.
Wait, what? Me as the artist?! Me? I was already told that Asian
to lil' Mama.
Man I get down for her
I know I shouldn't have told yo ass.
You coming at me like that
[Chorus]
Man I get down for her
I know I shouldn't have told yo ass.
You coming at me like that
[Chorus]
Legs sprain in a ditch
I know that you're fake
I know that you're not okay
I know you want me by your side
I already told you to rest in peace
I have
these suckas always wanna shade it
I stay gliding in the wind
told my story with stokes of a pen
I visualize my albums while sitting in the pen
I saw
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