Lyrics:
Handcuffs and stuff, for those who like it rough
Go 'head baby
[Chorus]
Shake it, shake it (go 'head baby)
Break it, break it (go 'head baby)
I hear
didn't den you slipping catch up but by the time you do I'll probably do it different.
I'm advanced the the pants see the kicks see the stones
droppa
I'ma baby gangsta, not no P-poppa
This is dedicated to niggas that be fakin'
Tried to rock the crowd for the
Turf but couldn't make it
It was
Pick a sign or you can pick a fence you real loud by your picket fence
We here to break doors down
Don't need to stand out in our defense
I don't
a nigga in the casket, dead body with some maggots
Pistol on my side, p-p-pistol on my side
Young Nola bout to ride, let me do a drive-by
Killed her son
We Puffin Kush cnd We Getting High
I Do Some Shit That She Never Deny
She Gimme P She cin't Gon Hide It
My Magic Stick She Juss Wanna Ride It
They
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
putting down that hard stuff
Little kids see me ’round town get starstruck
P dank came to flip it on you hard fucks
Called up Spose "Yo what’s up Groves
I’m
Lubriderm, time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his un Alikeness
Knowledge is the truth and it's
Знаешь, мы сейчас светимся в V.I.P'ке и без неона (нет-нет).
Это всё не со мной, будто белый тазик,
Молча еду сзади на рассвете.
Хз, на какое утро - я
Versace, We Can Eat Hibachi For A Living
Text Me When You Drunk, So I Know It’s Real, Ayy
I Be Hard Off G.P. Fxk A Pill, Ayy
You Can Hate, Cause It’s Too
Versace, We Can Eat Hibachi For A Living
Text Me When You Drunk, So I Know It’s Real, Ayy
I Be Hard Off G.P. Fxk A Pill, Ayy
You Can’t Hate, Cause It’s Too
it, but don't break it
'Cause I know we can make make it
And if you're ready to party and you're dressed to kill
Somebody say, "Sugarhill"
it, but don't break it
'Cause I know we can make make it
And if you're ready to party and you're dressed to kill
Somebody say, "Sugarhill"
it out, y'all just let it out, holla and let it out
Introduction, here's a new concussion
I'm a break it down like a mechanical conductant
dollar bill
How can you break wild and tell brothers to chill?
You ain't the man to move and stop the cannonball
No matter how you run hide, it's gonna
to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are screaming, hot
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
fooled you girl, p**** is power, let me school you girl
Don't get up off it 'till he move you girl
And let no playin' n**** rule your world and screw
do it pump
In between my jaws adversaries got chomped
The cordless mic is my only utensil
Lyrics you be runnin', I break 'em like a pencil
Cause
survive I can't lie ill be surprised with them
Watch your momma cry in the summer sky just let got get them
You down to ride
You with the tribe
If it come
Domination of Ali and Iron Mike on the flow
Only difference between me and mike is the slug
I'll never get knocked out by a busta... get it
I've combined
wont see shit
Sliding with my gente we stay active on that P shit
I go by Dro, don't make me fucking repeat it
Pégale un cuetaso, then leave that vato
niggaz
Once again it's on, fuck it we ain't through wit niggaz
Twin towers here to ruin niggaz
You couldn't break up the towers with Tomjanovich
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