Lyrics:
can't match this shit
Workin' like the shift don't change
Look, fuck what they talkin' I'm bout gettin' money
That's somethin' that's neva gon' change
the fellas or clap like a Delta
You come in here bumpin' yo dentures
Can’t you tell I’m here on a mission
On go so ain’t no intermission
Been tellin' these b-
bitches
That's gone propel me
If we ain't in the same wing
Then what you gone tell me
Like I already got it all
So what you gone sell me
I got no budget for
Drop that thang like a dump truck
Oooh let's go get it get it
Drop that thang like a dump truck
Oooh let's go get it get it
Drop that thang like
somethin', yeah, yeah
Yeah, just to hold you
Let me kick somethin', let me kick somethin' for you, yeah
Ayo, these hands were made to scorch mics
So pass
with another chick from my building
Kick her a** out and have breakfast like a mo' f***a'
I'm with another b**** by super
Yeah me and hate that's
See, the difference with me
When I do what I do
I do what I'm doing
But I'm doing it like I'm doing it for TV
Oww, oww, oww, oww, oww
Keep
a twinkle in his eye
Like the little Irishman she knew what to do,
cnd that is how I can now be singing this to you.
in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear
Yeah, that V12 is
that caught my eye
So I bit my lip switched my hips as I walked by saying
Sexy boy you're so fly, I just might give you a try
Ima write yo number in
(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child)
(Yo yo guzzling forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt)
The wiley Wu-Tang comes back, Iron Man
the weather, I be outside
Keep a couple bands on me
I had to get 'em by my lonely
Yeah, yeah yeah
Fettuccini fetching, mozzarella fella
Duffle bag,
I'm like blind it
Ahhhhh ahhhhh
Shawtty don dey feel me ryt
And all my fellas don dey feel me ryt
Now put it up for my real gees
Now put it on d one
See them cops
They believe everything they read in the papers about us cruddy J.D.'s
So that's what we give 'em
Somethin' to believe in
Hey,
See them cops
They believe everything they read in the papers about us cruddy J.D.'s
So that's what we give 'em
Somethin' to believe in
Hey,
(baby, baby), too blam for these lames
Yes, when I was nine, I played with slime
Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes
I got a million like rhymes
(baby, baby), too blam for these lames
Yes, when I was nine, I played with slime
Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes
I got a million like rhymes
the Christmas spirit I gotta rap for somethin
Cuz the plane just landed too many people stand for nothin
Hoppin out of the fountain of youth an MC that's
Dodgin
hydrate
They better hydrate
They need to hydrate
She walks onto the floor like she owns that scene
I can see the condensation and I feel that steam
I ask
cheese, you musta heard Rella
Never mind, you don't even like sandwiches fella
And I'm still fuckin' hungry, that's probably cause I'm African
Domo
eighty-three
When a man by the name of Creagho
Come a'walkin' up to me
Sayin "How do you do young fella
And how'd you like to go
And spend the summer pleasant
We hid in the Mercedes-Benz
Baby, that's for my lady friends, who's taking it for a spin?
(Who do you know who would do some shit like that?) Uh,
[Kool G. Rap]
Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?
For all my people copping
me and the whole gang
Flirt with a couple cats but I don't say no names
Here we go now, I'm like gypsy chicks
See me cruisin until that my sixties
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