Lyrics:
whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more
[Lil Mo]
Rule number 6
Never mix business with pleasure
you too
And I promise I'll be true to you
Go shorty, it's your birthday
You made it just in time to hear my wordplay
It's the kid that flip flows
tellin your girls how I'm fuckin you
What I got in my house, the things I don't do for you
Better be careful cause your girls wanna come too
Yay kiss
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
of good intent
Who's content to be
Master of the house, doling out the charm
Ready with a handshake and an open palm
Tells a saucy tale, makes
the books
Seldom do you see
Honest men like me
A gent of good intent
Who's content to be
Master of the house, doling out the charm
Ready with a handshake
lover
But one time I shot my lover, popped my lover
Plead insanity, said forgot I love her
So come check me out if you shop for brotha
I got weight
fellow
Ah
Get'n high-high in my car mellow
High
Smokin' lala in my car mellow
Smokin' the la, ah
New bitch she high-yellow
Stay over there by Longfellow
And some jelly stuff on her sleeve (what's that on your sleeve?)
Look to this 'cause I had no name tag on my collar
Could be pissed 'cause she's clocking
And some jelly stuff on her sleeve (what's that on your sleeve?)
Look to this 'cause I had no name tag on my collar
Could be pissed 'cause she's clocking
back
Keep the funk banging through the 562
And the SGV through the 323
And I got to be set apart wherever I be
Black ice little tree hanging by my keys
taught us
Love is unconditional and hate a mother lover
Could never be no child in me
That's word to Donald Glover
I grew up a cold hearted kid, closed
and shootin' hoops, and lookin' cute
in tailored suits, made for the Over-weight Lover
undercover, over cover
You know my MO I do damn well on the stage show
tailored suits, made for the over weight lover
Undercover, over cover
You know my MO, I do damn well on the stage show
I'm gettin' paid by the pound
Watch the drums and the lovers appear to take turns
As the stars of the Sovereign Light Café
I wheel my bike off the train, up the north trade road
Supposed to be a pair, we can reappear
Is it really fair, you tell me that you care
You got my heart and I have yours too
I can teach you just how lovers do
from WC
Warren and Craig G
Scholly and Heavy D
Steady and Eric B
Nikki and Chuck D
Ed OG and AMG
Soopafly Lover Cee
BDP and Hi-C
We would all Mobb Deep
slime a middle
And Ranti forner
who pulled pearls by
rope to throne
the King by
the roll in the
forest of averseas?
Not everseas, be seas
Creep
Lately my mind been racin' Cuzzo said chill, be patient
I always catch on to the fake shit I act like I don't even notice though
I see how they
From the cess house, the youth house, the jail house, the Cult house
Where I perfected these skills I be doggin
Love to teach the facts but the brothers
jeans to being clean
GI Joes to Tonka toys, eating Willy Wonka boy
Riding in my uncle's car, wanting to become a star
Having dreams to be like Mike,
off my house with this mix tape
I invented the hair of the dog, beware of the storm
Townsville, I'll be the mayor in the morn
I bought land in the same
She rocking gucci
Mix that with chanel
She rocking gucci
Mix that with chanel
Im rockin balmain YSL
Cant find this drip it aint goin on sale
My
The DOC- Hey yo Dre (yeah, what's happening?)
Have you ever met this female by
The name of ah Tairrie B?
Dr dre- yeah, yeah, I met her
The DOC-
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