Lyrics:
in the pool,
Which is really on the wall,
I got a color TV, so I can see
The Knicks play basketball Hear me talk about
Checkbooks, credit cards,
wont stop me I was chosen, conservative just bout a foreign
And you dont find that confusing? I thought they were Xenophobic
Yeah its all about
and the styles to blame
[Chorus]
They call me 2-na
As in Fish in sea
Self efficiency
That's my mission see
Got me wishing we all
Could've puffed
to love you and rub on that booty
Got me love sick like I got the cooties
Or like I got hit up by cupid
Don't let me lose you I'm stupid
I love the way that
many flakes in my pinky, say I need Vidal Sassoon
Fish in the fish tank gon sip drank, yeah they'll be leaning by noon
And the two Brazilian
Rocks the same colors as daisy's
Why'all niggaz is lazy, I'm on my j-o-be
And that's why ya hate on me
But here's the update, Loon ain't got nothing
On the telephone
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does
But I wish I could see him
Wish I knew where he was
But that's
the way all my friends are
Except
never thought that my homie would play me
[sample from Gangstarr's Execution Of A Chump (No more mr nice guy pt. 2): 'He was my right man but he betrayed
All I ever wanted
Was to make a couple dollars
Scoop some models off the run way
Move my momma into better housing
Pay my sister student loans
cuz
One does up dick the pen in my streets go one way
I kill 'em In Living Color, on Any Given Sunday
They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill
(Pimp): That nigga wasts the honey
(Pimp): All we want is the money
(Pimp 2): I keep em' bro. Wake up one morning, and, with some money
me up a wall
Through the ceiling
Got me split in two
All these women in my way
Sick of these women in my brain
Why can't they all go M.I.A
Cause with
laughin' at me
And snappin' at me with your shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way, them Playboy rings my mother
got sail shipped by a fucking censorship
There's a fine line between us, you're provoking me, I provoke all the injuries
Damn I hate myself, you're
clothes
Wild hair color and cell phones
Your accessories are dead on
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Harajuku girls, you got the wicked style
I like the way that
ownership and the 2nd amendment. There really is a double standard and the double standard is defined by race.
It's NIC McG and MISSISSIPPI; two paranoid
I...
I...
[Verse 2 - Mike]
Lemme begin by saying...
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Let me begin by saying,
I don't think this man knew what he had in store,
He
lookin like a novice to me
Now quit talkin to me
Can I vet? All you niggas
Sound retarded to me
Killin these niggas, I'm a general nigga
Turn yo head
movin' these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what ya need when ya see me
I'm stackin' G's buyin' all the things on TV, believe me
I got
never home and I got two siblings expecting me to lead the way
See me, I had to walk to school this morning
Don't get me wrong, I could've took the bus
the definition of a "Fight or flight"
You can type all you like
I know about homeless
Immigration, they took me from my mums arms
Fuck a gun charge, two
figures learn to be gangsta
This shit you coming at me with is nothing but banter
What ever y’all do I can do it way better
I’m grown from the streets
sayin' uh uh uh now,tha's fine stuff
In pastel colors,pink is so hot
Why don't you run me over with that truck you got
Hey Virginia Slim,don't be so mean
By the end of the day, oh
You know I wouldn't have it any other way, oh
So let me stay right by your side
We could leave it all behind
Just two of us
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