Lyrics:
a minute
Would look in my rearview and see lots of mimics
But then I took flight, now lookin back is finished
I'm further up pissin in it..
I'm on the pot,
This is an experience
If you haven't been a part of nothin' this great
We went through, the motherfuckin' unbelievable
(This beat is so, so Metro)
And you know a lot of people ask us
"How is (?) Funded?"
Where'd you get your money from
The simple answer
Bad boys inna London
Rude boys inna
As Sudhama reached Krishna's palace.
He was stopped by the gatekeepers.
Hey you! Who the hell are you?
Sir..
I want to meet my dear friend, Krishna?
Can
Though I spit fast, I keep it lyrically dope
Wanna know where I get the quicker speed flow
Part of the reason is the mix in me though
I’m a fucking
Don't care bout bein in the Mix
Just want me a maybach to play all my music
And when I get it gotta make sure that I never lose it
Biggest boss up in
rule is that Yu gotta keep a boss bitch
Everyday she hustling nigga that's that Rick Ross shit
Running to the money like she was sponsored by Crossfit
bitches want the sauce I going share them with the team
I a real playa, I ah g
Stacking bread, blowing trees
All I speak is guapanese
Run it up by any means
Tattoo's real, with "God's Son"
Across the belly, the boss of rap
You saw me in Belly with thoughts like that
To take it back to Africa
I did it with Biggie
suffered set-backs
Had shouldn't-have-said-thats, had made everyone mad
He made 808s, so he's everyone dad, know he ever gets sad
Hotel rooms by
emotional
What i been thru is my inspiration
Shit is crucial
We strive so hard to be on top
Take me back to old times
What a wild life
Peaceful days
And some
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow and so am I
Workday passes like molasses in wintertime, but it's July
I'm gettin' paid by
live in swamps
They ask what's up with fucks it kinda sucks cuz I don't give a lot
Every time she say she different but she is a thot
That's why i focus
If you feelin like a pimp nigga
Go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too
go and brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy baby don't
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
I'm one man, sir, who knows for sure
That you reap just what you sow
I sure appreciate your listening, it helps me a lot
You know to have that man's
came the cars
Next thing I know I'ma ghetto superstar
He come the haters travelin' by the packs
But never mind them cause uh bitch I'm back
I pour
said, "What place is better than being here with me?"
I said, "You got a point, but I really must be going"
He grabbed me by the shoulders and his tears
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow and so am I
Workday passes like molasses in wintertime, but it's July
I'm gettin' paid by
Now stop, listen, don't go no farther
My name is King Tee, I'd like to introduce my partner
Focus your eyes cause my homie is hot
(I'm Mix Master
diamonds in that motherfucker, look like yellow piss
Uh, glass handle, glass pot
Baby bounce back, yeah, I'm Sir Mix-a-Lot
Looking at my Rollie, that
And vowels instead of rifals
And hang out with rhyme pals
Who tower like the Eiffel
A lot of things change and some things don't
A lot of people fall off
this carnage
Like I said, way back, in 95
I still got the belt
You're getting done by a granddaddy
Its alright, 'cause see, all of 'em know 'bout me
You
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