Lyrics:
the mask off
Don't ask me if I'm throwin' cash up, I'm spendin' that part
Black Card, play your part, now go retarded
That booty stupid, think you smart,
hands behind your back
You're under arrest for warrants
Go to court in Torrance Monday
Monday? It's Wednesday man! Or maybe Tuesday
(That's some bullshit)
my past
I just want you to dance
(You don't even gotta listen to me baby)
(You don't even gotta worry)
Yeah
(Just groove)
Take your cool off for me
the stars
And see her body parts, I keep that black key card
Ridin', ridin', ridin', yeah (ride, ride, ride, ride)
Right by your side, side, side, yeah
im real
Never need no deal
When you hang with me
I can hand you snakes
On my keys
By the 223
Got a brand new benz
That we'd take for a date
Aye
Lil'
as models
You fag, you couldn't pull one drag...off my blunt
You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag
With scissors in your hands..bitch, the RZA
as models
You fag, you couldn't pull one drag...off my blunt
You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag
With scissors in your hands..bitch, the RZA
we the shit
This is the part where we run Hip Hop
So get them hands high
I'm yelling all my real niggas
"keep moving"
My real bitches, "keep moving"
I
coolin' off all this pain
I was in a dark place, lighted up by her face
Hold my hand 'til we die, make it into the brain
Keep the faith as I make it
already know what she gon do
She say she like her man
Like she like her coffee
Black
I promise she can't keep her hands off me
I'm gassed
Baby girl gone
the _Homiez_
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin
You in the mood for some Sexual Healing
They looking at me crazy cuz I bounce around the club
But I keep clapping my hands like I'm tryin' to kill a bug
Row, row, row your boat gently down
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
and steadily smokin marijuana?
Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA!
(Yukmouth)
My baby mamma, probably been screwed
by so many dudes that she's confused
Keep makin
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
from beyond my cornbread made by Jiffy and we don't do Krusteaz
(?) gang them swishers and them mouths you keep away from me
We full of lean shout out
problem child
Problem ta the devil and his child meow
Any my daughter Psalm a child of God
Ooh and my wifey ga be by my side yea
Ima bring her out no need
meet pop
You got the kittens fed up with your fake set up
I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you
I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my
with the keys in my hand to the four by four
Jumped in my ride, checkin' that nobody saw
The club we went in, we got down boun-bounced to the rhythm
like damn when I'm licking the cat turns to a bat
Like where's the strap I'll tie your hands to the bed
She's out of control her face red, some real
life, she might hit my weed
We could have a some and we could round it off with three
Her, Mary and me, I'll keep it strictly G
My philosophy upon
yourself tryna be a troll for your
Friends or the hoes in the stands
Never not workin', never, never not
(Never not) all day, forever locked
I told her
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