Lyrics:
Let's go do it, everybody do it
The whole squad mobbing around like one unit
When we see a mic, we got to one, two it
When we see a crowd, we got
hope I pull through
1, 2 years, yeah I saw truth
Took deep dives to the screws loose
LA life Hollywood crews
On a cloud scared to fall, ooh
Xanax when
x2)
You gotta
Take the bull by the horns
They be trying to take the King
But don’t really want his crowns of thorns
It don’t matter what side you
can i buy buy by
i ben around da world like puffy and mase like mista biggs dawg im
im bout 2 catch a case i kno u ben using me so i got sum bad news u
Yeah
I was in year two when I met nneka back living mile2
Damn girl this nigga wanna date you But she sees the flashy cars coming in twos
No no let
Get them dancing like ballet
Make them find God like Chic-Fil-A
I don’t go crazy, I go Kanye
I provide a service, no Sunday
Need a couple “billie,”
side of Barn(?)
All the weak sounds can't come it
We sing, Oh Lord Mr. Kardinal style nice times twice
Red-1 on the mic device mice times two
Original
These chics left me on read
Now they want me in their beds
Motivated by the bread
Always thinking with my head
I got heart but I'm heartless
Tryna
Sweet Baby, (Yeah)
Sweet Darling, (Yeah)
I Love You, (Yeah)
Forever , (Yeah)
And I love her like no other
Met her in the 80’s introduced by my
a helmet to stir up the ranks
One Donna Summer, two more by Chic
Three Sylvester, Toot toot beep beep
But look there's Stevie Wonder and Marvin Gaye
That
chandeliers hangin' by a thread
We're in the pink baby just two trillon in the red
And I hear gabriel blowing his saxophone
Through a great big hole in
the trenches talkin
2 times for my women out here makin digits talkin
3 times cause you know we get how we live it
Only bout that business only bout that
up/then niggaz broke /then that mean they don’t run enough
OG2G/with the shits/for the paper/they talking like bosses/but really be haters/I talk thru
got conned
By the blonde dude who said "I got you"
I got a plant named "Bartholomew" a name that
Probably none of you have as the first or the last
By 10 if you aint out the kitchen the macs are spittin
Dont worry i gotcha back covered now hurry
If them them niggaz even think about it niggaz is
Surrounded by guys and chics with
Yellow ties, pink shirts and green minis
I was immersed in the silence of speaking words
With guts and veins I knew not
They say if you ain't got no money take yo broke ass home
I say if you got you two dollars, then come through to my party
But get bent before you
had jams in the park, motherfuckers a disco
Everybody smokin' joints, sippin' Cisco
Two turn tables and the microphone full throttle
I'll pull up in
geeked, on fleek, plaid chic boutique
Got a turtleneck for every single occasion
And if you don’t get it yet here’s an equation
Mc2 is always gonna equal me
(On decline )
That shit like two stones
More like two rocks
Had to tell That chic to kick rocks
Got nervous when she took my socks off
She tell me all
ease
Probably cause I made it from the dust
Probably cause I made it with the people that I trust
Probably cause you're always by my side
Give them side
just jam the gadar for bridge, start to fly. I hear their AK sound, na bullet proof. Missile from my exhaust pipe kill about two.
When I stop
Jeg tok med hele bransjen til et
Sted uten smil og sjarm
Bare repper rapper om en
By ingen har hørt om engang
Kald verden null happy endings det
but I just dance, pay attention, learn a thing or two
My little lady goes round, round, round, two stepping to a steel guitar
She's mesmerized by
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