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You could have your bitch but you gets nowhere
Word, she began by saying "Try after try"
It's a done deal, now I'm singing, "Bye-bye"
All I tried
do I wont be true to my game
Word up
I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms
I
walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give
'll write a song to give nostalgia the floor
Thank god I was born in 1998
Chorus 1
It's the year of Backstreet and Cowboy Bebop
When the millennium bug was
sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with a
Member of my family without it endin' asking me for five
young and that heavy? Wow
When young boy get older I
Might have to smoke him"
I said, "All that shit sound good
But I'm ready now"
All the adults laugh
said I got the one for you, follow me
Ooh, it's too real
Chromed out mirror, I don't need a windshield
Banana seat, a canopy on two wheels
Eight
on the state of the hip hop generation
But no longer felt a part of the conversation
Used to be I'm a "ride or die" chick
B.I.G. with the "Me And My Bitch"
And give it to you good
Bad boys
In the mix
In the mix
Check it out
Boys boys
Bad Boys Blue
I had a dream
And saw your face
That night you took me
sheets
Like black sheep I've got two words for those who slept
(nya, Nya nya nyoooo respect)
You thought it was safe, well guess what (what?)
Boys then
It's your boy Lexx Spin in the mix
Out of sight, out of mind, don't know
What goes on, who's at the front door
Careful I'm not around halos
What goes
boys so backstreet
I never wanna hear you say you rapping like Teezy
Stop all that Lion King I got the streets going Rafiki
In the jungle I'm King Kong
of truth, I'll give you facts right now
Fuck this cypher, my mind ain't on rap right now
So it's fuck metaphors and punches, all the witty shit
Got
about me? The garden doesn't lie, just like your worried face, Mr...”
Edward. Indeed, 'm troubled by one thing. In a few days I will have a difficult
(it's) eight bars, for the first four bars
You could
Get, like, riff it, get crazy, but like
When I start
Saying two seater and shit, like that part
You
He's penniless, he's flying by the seat of his pants
Handsome, boy, does he know it
Peach fuzz, and he can't even grow it
I wanna take him far away
you know that I love you
And day by day my love grows
Here's' where I stand, I gotta be your man
I don't care if we're from two different worlds
But
counsel?
Hear ye! Hear ye! I am here
To holler that I have hauled tons by which I don't mean lots
I mean tons of cowshit
And stood ankle deep in swales
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Nigga's duck when I bust
'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like
And like Clayton I'll point at him
And give him the 8 next you a saint
Y'all don't know what a Nickel is
So of course you see your niggas die
So once I aim
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
with power tools is now singing
And I can hear the two of them talking in Spanish about what they want to eat for lunch it’s an important conversation
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
'm a star, now all those hoes like "Joe Bruce ahhhh"
I'm still that nerdy ass voodoo nut
Now I got hound dogz sniffing my butt
I can have a worm hanging
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