Lyrics:
and the finger-pointing
At peace conferences is just a lot of
Diplomatic bull both sides have to
Live on this planet, and leaders in all
Countries know that their children
more
Wonder what you up to time is wasting
Don't stop get it get it
This the remix let me put you in positions
Pornstar loving when i put you in
reading this
The myth is real - let's eat
General Robert E. Lee
Freed his slaves before Grant freed his
Brian Willson's legs
Severed by a train
The crew
you fear me
And fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?
If I smack the shit outta this nigga
His man over here be like, "Yo what? Nigga
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
I'm like whatever shorty rock
We can swing it like that
Cause on the real this is where it's at.
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by
double-talk serpents with two holes in their lips
Listen Kids, you've been taught, that it is what it is
But it ain't what it is, I mean what it seems
It's more
sadder
Damn
I own block like my name El Chapo
Moving this pack like my name is Pablo
I live in a mansion
I bought the expansion
I'm mowing down niggas
the crew
Run it up
In the moonlight with my crew
And rolling cars deep
2 deep
Im in traffic with my gang
And we screaming out
Solo fucking gang
This
Don't ever do that I run with two macs
And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed
and cocaine sold separate, check it
From sundown to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?
We roll deep, smoke on weed
Hundred on the dash 50 by the broadband
And we smoking kitty blunts feline propane
Hello kitty world this is not a board game
Hello kitty bitch
and your look
Parts of your brain
Pick a part to sling in your hooks
Then I'm hangin you up this is
Not the year for the vets
This is the year for
The y-2-k celebration wasn't big in new york
Babylon live in new york, should I keep a crib in new york
Or just v.i., to handle my b.i.
When with my a-alikes
in New York, bloods and crips in New York
The Y-2-K celebration wasn't big in New York
Babylon live in New York, should I keep a crib in New York
attack this
While your wack ass swole at home fucking the hole in your mattress
The fact is that you ought to know the half
My staff's better, we bag
to keep this gun down
Use to be fun, but it ain't fun now
I gotta live for my daughter and my son now
We one now
Chorus: (Benzino)
All I ever wanted was
Let's go
CHAMPA BAY repeat here we go round two
Lightning strike twice repping the white and blue
CHAMPA BAY getting live from the FLA
The Riverwalk
memos on crews
And I, paid my deuce from scramblin blues
And I, laid my rules from cookin these fools
And these, fucked up time in seventy-two's
And I,
YUP! ( in background)
(scratch) 1, 2, 3 as this is plain to see
I go by the name of Jermain Dupri
Dopeman fresh in the place to be
And uhh
[Chrous:]
gotta do is call me
And I'll come runnin' to where the party at (uh-huh)
I keep a fat s- in the backpack
Know what's happenin' in every city I'm
I'm keepin parts of your name and your look
Parts of your brain, pick a part to sling in your hooks
Then I'm hangin you up; this is not the year for
Hahaha
Then drive by
Then drive right back M54
It's the remix
Midlands stand up
I wanna see this one go crazy
Huh
Look
I just took this train from
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