Lyrics:
trunk
Only smoke on that shit that smells like a skunk
Grouped together and equally subjugated
Exact clones made by a simple cut and paste
Feel my words
Such a pleasure to come home
'cause I...I have a very special love for this city
Well all right, well okay [x3]
Well all right [x3]
I wanted
(yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a bitch face (woah)
More ice flexin' this way (ice)
We put
(yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a bitch face (woah)
More ice flexin' this way (ice)
We put
Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
interception by Garner, and United are on the counter-attack. The ball is out to Fernandes. He cuts the ball back to Kane; he dummies Mendez and rolls it back
my pole
She wants this dick
I'm too fly I'm that guy
Take a pull on dis and you will high
No stardog in my 3.5
Got ice cream cake and hes on cloud
drop
in the now, i'm bangin niggaz for slide time
hurry up duke i'm next, show em mine
and what the fuck is you looking at?
by the way young blood, hit
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)
Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY)
Five for
thousand i'll leave your state
(H.A.W.K.)
down south these bezeltines an baggets
so much ice you could bobsled off my chest
(Lil' Flip)
down south we sip
know CJ got all three
No Migos now it's CJ on free flow
Don't get stitched like Lilo and then snitch
Stick to the G-code
Need me a reload, trap, jugg for
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
with the ice, Im the new Wayne Gretzky
Testing, attention please
10 shots anybody wanna mention me
Kill bill you won’t it when I get to 3
Jackpot when I
Hey, UD (Maybach Music)
What's good, my boy?
Mr. 3-0-5 (yes sir), Wade County
Sixteen years later
We done made history
Three rings on our
A verse more padded than Paddocks, my razor claws slice walls
Brass attacks Slash ice types, and I have access to Gyro Balls
Ironic, Kyurem collapses under
diamonds be shining (Ice)
Don’t wanna hear no whining (Naw)
Ball everyday, we grinding
We know what you doing, we don’t need no reminding
Work in silence, we
forgive me, driving tipsy
Thank you fo being wit me through that crash
Three inches to the left
Four inches to the right
No coincidence, there's a reason
Step in the club mo hoes than Hue Hefner
Bag on her arm got that girl feeling special
Ice on my arm got that nigga so successful
Under age popping
I gave blood, sweat, tears like America
I can see my future bright in my foresight
And you know I see it clear I got 4 eyes
I put my heart on ice
All
on your bone.
The blood in your veins.
The system!
Will change!
We move with the ball.
Heal the pain.
As I assist.
Exist.
Follow.
Unseen.
By many!
A Guide!
you ain`t
It`s like this on mine, potna
By all means, I got the ball
So it`s your life, not mine nigga, so you make the call
Now, I can blow your
got it signed by Isaiah Thomas so I kept it with me
Everywhere I went I used to bounce that ball
Everywhere I used to go I used bounce that, bounce
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover,
I got blood
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