Lyrics:
Make it funky for me [3]
(Dee-jayy....)
Make it funky for me [3]
(Dee-jayy....) (She said she said she...)
Move it in, check it out, move it in,
[Will.i.am]
Reach for somethin really high, go ahead and touch the sky
Ain't no limit when you in it, live it up cause it's yo' life
Any minute we gon' spend
mi caz stay in
This is what am out to do, Ayy
Chorus
Mi ago tun it up, LOUD!!
And live life, like am in the speaker
And live life, like am in
wish should be different by now
But tomorrow I turn twenty-three
And it feels like everyone hates me
So how old do you have to be
To live so young
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
wise, and twenty five was artsy, but he really liked guys.
Now I live with twenty-six, it's quiet and it's nice, he loves me just for who I am, we don't
into some shit, we never pop shots
We walk, scrap whatever he was
And live to talk about it then we get old 'cause
We keep a pack of zig zags for that
twenty-three now but will I live to see twenty-four?
The way things is going, I don't know
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you
the life I live is really real
I got twenty-one questions, twenty-one questions
Is it more 222 life than pussy, power, and possession
Will I ever get 222 see
man
Will start living again
You wanna live in a two
I wanna live in a ten
Go and ask PPL fam I did it again
1, 2, 3 let's go!
Yeah lager and spliffs
three minutes off your life
If you quit now you can live an extra ten years
If you quit now, you can live an extra twenty years"
Hey, I got two words
they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
for the past week
And two hours ain't enough for me
I feel inspired, at quarter to three am
I haven't changed since our last meet
I'm still getting
seventeen wishing I was twenty one
Now I'm only twenty six
Feeling more like forty three
My hair lines disappearing
And I never get IDed
My clothes are out
the yard, that's culture
Twenty-three hour lockdown, then somebody called
Said your lil' nephew was shot down, the culture's involved
I done seen niggas do
Last night 3 am I heard a knock on the door
I hop up grab my draws, shotgun from the wall
I ain't did shit wrong so it shouldn't be the law
And i
guzzling queen!"
[Another car approaches]
[M3:] "Hey Willie."
[Toll Booth Willie:] "Hey, how are ya?"
[M3:] "Here's a dollar twenty-five, and go
Twenty-four a day, seven days a week
Now when you're driving in your four by four
And you turn this up on your stereo
Whether night or day
Non-stop you'll
She's got an eighty-three two eighty z, just twenty three
Lives on 42nd street, Paris, Tennessee
Exactly nine hundred twenty four feet from her
wires
But come up in the world, if i twirl you fry
Got killed like a bitch hair; curled and dyed
(chorus) {3:20}
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs
[ESG]
Just cuz we live in the country
Doesn't mean that we slow
[Chorus (ESG):]
Country life
Southern strife
What gives you the damn right?
plus it smoke speci
Three thousand full pound of some Dro Pesci
Y'all niggas only talkers
I'll let my homies spark ya
We in the spurs, that's faster
they bend to me
The epItome of dead
DT Is another pedIgree
SeeIng anythIng and everythIng whenever needed
LIke the best of 3 EYES
All 20/20
Body, Soul,
me
I know I am
Murder any nigga disrespect me
I know I am
Put me on any track and I be going in
Draggin' by myself in the sections
I'm talking O & N
I
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