Lyrics:
Everybody's gotta watch cash flow
Sitting in chilling on my Jack Jones
Everybody's out on the lash bro
Fear of missing out gis a lend I'll pay you
Train
Tookie Williams over Coltrane
Eric B by the rope chain
R-S-C, we fosho bang
Tiny Locs and they go crazy
What you know about the dope game?
Was
(N to the E to the R-V-E)
They wanna know what I'm up to
But I ain't telling 'em nothing
I'm isolated, but far from taking a break
They think that
rent it (Facts)
Cruising the city with the windows tinted
I’m the people’s champ
You Simmons I’m Mitchell (Uh)
We are not one in the same (Woah)
You
car I'm smokin'weed
Up in it, I don't know what type of s*** you on
I need at least a zip
Didn't you hear? I say the cars I own are never least
[Ludacris]
Oh you feel that as I take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots
When nobody said life was going to be easy
And we
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
of the Year Show. Well the competitors will be off in a moment
so let me just identify for you.
(Close up on competitors)
Vivian Smith-Smythe-Smith (E
of crack
Might see me in the Burgundy thing, or the black on black
Matter of fact, go get ya chrome
'Cause I rather be, broke together than rich alone
the bad guy
I just hate to be the bad guy (follow me, I run, follow me, I run, I run)
I just hate to be the bad
And to think I used to think you was
it, forget it
You left our family in shambles
And you expect me to just get over him? Pretend he never existed
May be gone, but he's not forgotten
Yeah, I'm the type to be the last to sleep, and first to wake up
Ever since a youngin', I been tryna run this cake up
Ever since I done it, these
Yeah, Double O Devin, Ow
Jones
Skinny physique, but I'm a beast Raised in the heat, I was runnin' the streets
Draped in designer, my swag is unique
[P] Ayo yo yo I be the P twice E M D
[E] I be the E double E in the place to be
[P] Ayo what up E man we in there man?
[E] You know we in
[master p]
Yo, what's up nigga, this the colonel, mp.
But uh, fiend nigga, it's your muthafuckin time to shine.
You gon mix this shit up with bun be
mack that
Need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life
Watch ya daddy get rich
Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C,
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
I)
Is the way you run out of touch, call it double O.T (Oh woah)
All alone, waiting by the phone
Thoughts keep me wide awake at night
I look to you
dumb
Throw it up in the burbs, drinking beers; having fun
And I'm always on the run with a sack in my pocket
Kottonmouth Kings, yo we the hot topic
that afternoon
And my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built
Grew up with a jughead crown tilt and tardy slip
Be all you can be just
to assume
I should be against the law to run into
Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true
Today is the day I split Day in two
What the fuck has
You was the shit back then, I'm the shit right now
Took your bitch back then, with your bitch right now
Get every R&B chick on my dick right now (Burr
Now I'm out in DR
Know that I'm searchin' for somethin'
And it can't be too far
Now I'm back to this letter from the start and it read
Dear Reily by now
got my man Gang Starr in the house
and to my brother Smooth B is in the house
and I'm Greg N-i-c-e, I'm in the house
So peep it
[ VERSE 1: Greg
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