Lyrics:
make her dance
So now I'm throwin' money
It's the only time I will
These hoes can't get a dollar from me
I don't need no Gucci sneaks or Louis V
Just
seed, plus
See dishonor caught up between bein' a father and a prima-donna
Baby mama drama screamin' on and too much
For me to want to say in one spot,
But as soon as they see you gettin' money
Or you got some type of clout, they start flockin
It's the smoovest in the DMV, baby you better recognize,
and ride, I want the bangers to bang
Or get hyphy with my niggas up north by the Bay
Trying to twist in my whip, I got the big body Benz
Cause I'm rolling
how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby
Ayy Storm muhfuckas out here trippin'
Yank some of these bitches
By they collar baby
Of my comrades (Comrades)
Yeah! For all you mothafuckas who
Be
Better not get it in my weave
Now ya neighbors mad at me
Cuz I broke their sleep
Disturbing the peace
I'm saucy baby
I'm thick and edible like some gravy
it out, or do this like punks and punk it out. Pull
your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me. Thug luv, nigga.
Thug lfe, baby. Thug luv.
I
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
okay with you)
(Will you touch me baby?)
Play, with, you ba-by
(Would you lick me baby?)
I want to play with you baby
(I want you up inside me)
just us two in this party
That Louis, that Prada
Looks so much better off ya
Turn me up, up, up, be my waitress
No, we not in love, so let's make it
come up with us
Living fast better get up with us
My heart fragile about to run out of love
Pull up to the hood in a Track hawk roaring
You lit Right now
Get 'em up now
Ladies, get 'em up now
Niggas, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up now
The killas, the dealers, get 'em up
Like a gun shot
Twist' is yo' flow cold?
Well I think so
Kim do you got dranks
Crist' by the box
Twist' do you got smokes
Well I got 'dro, now baby
fourteen
No gold ropes, no diamond rings
But look at me now, ten years later
Ask any MC if I rap greater
See I'm known in Fresno, even the big O
From
by the sea baby
Long Beach there never be no peace on the East Side
In the city by the sea
Some folks treat dogs better than ninjas
Wish a fool would
Right
Uhhhh
Let's do this, one time baby
Uhhh
Yea-yea
Yah, yo
Whattup ma, the name H doe, I'm into pesos
V.I.P. and champagne by the caseloads
dripping in designer got me lookin like a king
Louis and that Gucci
Baby lets make a movie
The way that shawty throw it back
Got her screaming like (Ooh wee)
forever (Mula, baby)
Rich forever, lit forever
I'm higher than pitch and treble
I just sip and I twist them pedals
My bitch is special i stay busy
She be
to get away from this place.
I know that I am better than this.
I know that I am better than this.
3. The Conformist
You fucking liar.
If you're not now
I've got you by my side
I'm not content with it
I won't pretend to be
There's not a passive bone in my
Person it just don't exist
Now the catacombs in
the people dem a twist
Now shoot dem, another ear-trick done perish
Get M some 16 and some rusty-matic
After the whole of them from gone then push up them
then you hot, now peep what we can do right
Ten days, ten days, I mean ten baby
They can't keep up with us now 'cause they couldn't then baby
Ten
what I'm sipping
Break it down and twist it
Pimping like it's Memphis
Ugh baby bottle what I'm sipping
Break it down and twist it
Pimping like it's
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