Lyrics:
your dad (ask him man)
And if you don't believe him, ask your mom (that's right)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will)
So kids
I got a fifty-five inch television, you know
And every once in a while I hear, "Just say no"
Or the other commercial I love
Is when they say, "This
She got a .38 sittin in her purse
Cause my moms was the King County Jail nurse
So how in the hell could you tell Mix
That I never lived this, when you
happen and that's a definite
You always told me i should tell it how it was
In a town with so much hate, you somehow always showed me love nigga
know I had to up and leave
I told you I'll be back, girl, but you ain't believe
She told me 9 was too long, and she got a new man
One who gon' stay
profession
What we reppin'? Better tune in
On the block I was never the new kid
Ain't no feelings my heart stay cooling
Hearing them shots movin', now we
begun.
Soft venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant
you like a street nigga, we gon' ride on 'em
I'm a megastar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, this that real gold you
, baby... poo poo la la means I love ya, boy""
Outro: Roy Ayers
Poo poo la la means I love you
Love you, love you, love you, boy
Poo poo la la means I love
that's why you hate you're not made for intelligence
I hope you never make a baby, hope you stay celibate
This shit is in my bones, the rungs of my
I ain't into makin' love
Come give me a hug if you're into gettin' rough, rough
Find me in the club
Mummy I've got the X if you're into takin'
coming
You won't believe the site you see before eyes
It was the year of '84 I was tryin ta get in the mix
The year the niggas roll with sheepskins
I got a fifty-five inch television, you know
And every once in a while I hear, "Just say no"
Or the other commercial I love
Is when they say, "This
Negotiating bigger numbers
Be cool, baby, this shit Persian
You know how I'm coming (Ayy)
Take chances, only fuck with the people
That really love you (Man)
because I'm gifted
And this project is brilliant"
GQ: GQ: You were born
In Long Beach, California
But moved to New Orleans at age
5 when is the first
Time
get god
You know the Kid Capri shit everybody is on
The N.O.R. hit the mic just like I perform, I be hyped up
New Balance kicks and hyped up
Why you
All the good shit, you smell me nigga?
I'm on some hood shit
New York get the blood money
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash
To all
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
trappin
Up top, I beat a block, the bitches love to be on
She say some messes, pull some cash, the baby get a freak on
My brother, daddy, in the casket,
track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
I don't know
track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
I don't know
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
Pull up in the car with a new bitch in it
Circle 'round the block
Now I got two bitch in it
Never runnin' out because my juice infinite
I'm just out
suck (they suck)
I ain't 'bout to argue with you, baby, that's weak
You ain't been in love with a nigga like me
Real Loc nigga, I ain't never gon'
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