Lyrics:
for pullin' glocks out niggas mouths 'cause
I kill like that, plus I roll like that
I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even bo knows that
But fuck
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin'
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin'
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So I
ARTHUR: Yes.
DENNIS: But all the decision of that officer have to be ratified
at a special biweekly meeting.
ARTHUR: Yes, I see.
DENNIS: By a simple
in Heaven, now I'll try
High-five?, Son hikes to Hawa-i
See my legs cooped like ?
Twenty-four K, we parlay by night
We ride the funk, ?
Night
out in them streets though
So you always see me in street clothes
It's Freeze hoe, in the middle of the night
I'm the traffic getting them G's hoe
mourning
Call me in the morning
Lurking in the corner (Can you see me behind the barrier?)
Murdered out as always (yo)
Like we're all mourning (can
dues
This ain't no
Mischief shit that's out of the blue
More than roughwe're calling your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes
Day by day every minute,
that rocks
I'm +Golden+ with the +Gloves+, but nice with the shots
Don't try to put me down, I don't feel pain and sorrow
(The sun will come out
C-Bo I get money by The ton
And now they got your Boy on federal bond
Nigga, Think They know Somethin' About these Tuc town Pounds
OR mad cause I'm in
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
niggas takin' off like a spaceship
Pace those to Euros, eatin' those green and great chips
Get 'em by the bag, you can say we Feedo Lay chips
I'm so hungry
stacking them chips
We getting more
Ride with me and my clique
We gettin blown
Steady stacking them chips
We getting blown
Here comes the money again
You
who make chips like I do
This ones for you
Ditty dumb, Ditty Doo
All the ladies who like sex like I do
Come up to my room
I'm gon' give it to you
Man dem a dance and pose off why di gal a gwaan freaky (BO!!!)
This likkle belly dancer waan come see me (BO!!!)
So me and Silver skank over to di
this way out your blip
Dirtys and Stendiclips, don't wanna see me flip
Bitch, don't give me lip, whack them 40 chips
Off the hip, let it rip, get blip
see blood, I'm like a Great White
Catch you slippin' on a late
Night and it's no bark, straight bite
Watch you bleed out as reality
Starts to sink in
I can see my old ho standing by the mile
Away from the do' just looking at me
Her best friend telling her to holla at me
She wanna say something
Niggaz get they wig split
see-Bo:
Uggh it's the murder man posted at the front door
And when they comes I dumps with both four-four's
see shit that makin' niggas sick
How does it feel to see a G from your clique?
Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why?)
Last night's dice
I got a full moon
Then I pull out
The ace-summer sleeve
Like my hand hurt
Lend me your chips
What they took now
What they put now
Gotta look down
ballin', so crystal clear, I see it
Even though you mad at me, you'll be glad to see the strategy
Of makin' these chips come so easily
I max out in
the Glove, but nice with the shots
Don't try to put me down, I don't feel pain and sorrow
(The sun will come out!) Yeah tomorrow, tomorrow
I bet ya bottom
the players
Shame on my name
Never accept it
‘Cause I'm the toughest
Tough cookie,
Come lookie
I dont break, yeah I chip
Chocolate chip,
The favorite flavor
my eyes
I'm no sheep, Bo Peep, she must die
The Lord is my Shepard
The Lord is my Shepard
Jumped out the car, had a change of heart
Somethin'
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