Lyrics:
(uh, come on)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you down (bankrolls, yeah, haha)
Reach for
figures
Police drive by, I was click clacking triggers
Jay De Lucas put me with the fam to grow
I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the flow
I had
stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
[HOOK (variations)]
Kick a little something for
But I'm down by law, and I'm from Tha Dogg Pound
Too much, I serve too many people, too much, uh-huh, huh, huh
It's too much, I serve too many people
drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big
your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep
Shooting my shots with God by my side, uh
With hoes by my side
Look at they thighs, uh
All in my thoughts, the ins and the outs, uh
Two thick bitches and I
(Named Snoop)
[Snoop Dogg]
10-20-71, the day I come out
Two days later, I'm running my mouth
Mom's put a bottle to my grill
I look her in the face
ours
Got Listerine for the tongue, they leaving my mouth sour
But hopefully I don't fold
Johnny Dang got me tippin' on four Vogues in rose gold
Two
Have hoes walk around my crib butt naked...
[Ice-T]
True, pop the remy kick back and let the players represent
High floss true boss game and take
a helicopter crashing in lava
Still sweeter to the ladies than a box of Godiva
Music industry is like a game of cops and robbers
Too many Indians, no chiefs
up, black?
Some ho-ass niggas bust a cap and shot my nigga Mack
They killed my nigga, now I think them hoes are after me
Just dump the body and meet
you got two lies
Think you see two hoes
'Cause hoes got to smoke too
Hope you got ten yards
'Cause this blunt will never due
See I remain true
my artists make minimum
Look at me, I done built me a business up
Baby JAY-Z, I run me a billi' up
Gave her seventy-five hundred, her titties up
knot thick, I'm it
Motherfucker, I'm ill
Yeah
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
Me and Saint we run these beats
So many hoes it look like a fleet
Expensive drip, my shit is unique
Saint got the hoes he brought them to me
I'm rocking balancies these hoes here ain't cheap
I'm off a 10 so I need me a freak
Make that hoe squirt, make her mess up her sheets
I fuck with
won't faze him
So many blackmen die for drugs
I think back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started runnin' thangs
And drive-by shootings was
from tha ratchet
Happens if you tellin, Jungle'll live by the morals of tha street
Not like snitch CJ, or bitch Jay-z, and beef from niggas
only play
shit is Destiny Child
Really Be on what i say
They was catching Z's on Jay
DONT GIVE A FUCK WHAT THEY SAYING
sometimes
Make songs for play on repeat
To go from A to Z Z
Stop At Jay and find my B B
For real we be on 3D
We ain't faking, updated the CV
Yeah
Brooklyn boi, My world is blue, Jay-Z hue
Blessed with stripes and unnamed jewels
From a city that targets youth
Cops still shoot cuz their clan
today
It was never easy no no no
Through the struggle and pain, so many lives lost
But my life is for keeps
[Verse 2 – Khwali Fresh]
Im one
of Macys
Goin ghost like Swayze
Keep a rock like Jay Z
Got her on her Knees now she wanna go and praise me
Told her that I'm wavy
Wanna give me babies
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