Lyrics:
paper shack
With a pump out front and some junk out back
But inside there was always a
Hot cup of coffee
And a warm place around the fire for anyone
John
e and p's last cd, you're out of business
make-up to break up
See the Jay cup
Fix the lil make up
That's them youngunas Chris and Lil Neefy
Wishin' they was the one
But Chris got Lil Kee
in my own hand
Divided by the fate times the pleasure plus the pain
Minus the love and hate, nothing to gain!
I just want to live it out, figure it
and your bitching
Like e and p's last CD, you're out of business
I- (yo, yo)
Stylin' on 'em, big B's, bought the Benz out
Elevator, press P for the penthouse
Cop those then we break like tacos
Roscoe's, on his
Once a nigga get a bag and spend a bag
They tryna set me up like ima give up where my money at
Big Kee in the back strapped up with expended mags
My
grill
Tilt on a lane and I'm setting it off
See me and my click can't take a loss
Me and Lil B gon break it off
S-L-A-B be wilding out
I'm setting it off
{intro-Young Chris} & Neef. Six figure, woo, uh youngunaz(yungunaz)Chris and Neef (that's right) .
Jeah, uh,this official state P
Yeah baby
This here's a story about Lost John
Lost John done flew the coop
How many long gone?
Lost John standin' by the railroad track
Waitin' for
I- (yo, yo)
Stylin' on 'em, big B's, bought the Benz out
Elevator, press P for the penthouse
Cop those then we break like tacos
Roscoe's, on his
a daughter right
But she flushed her down the pipe
Willy Wonka kee kee chonka 1234 u a sucka
Delta g wanna b you a parody of me you see
Kill you with my words,
a pair of shoes of his own)
Well, they caught Lost John
Put 'em in the pen
Summer break and gone
And now he's out again
If anybody asks you
Who
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
make-up to break up
See the Jay cup
Fix the lil make up
That's them youngunas Chris and Lil Neefy
Wishin' they was the one
But Chris got Lil Kee
the street jumped off
The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white capisque had my 501's, five dunkie rolls
Couldn't be saved by john the pope the m-a-c and k from
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
You just start visitin spots, I've been by
And the hell with a throwback nigga, I've been fly
[P. Diddy]
Come on now
[Loon]
Definitely real, spend
seen about.
P-I-M-P-I-N-G is all I be's about.
I break a ho in, break 'em till they broke, and then I ease 'em out.
They out of pocket, I'm a lock 'em
the long hair
The name is Onwuka my dawg this ain't no John Mayer
It's the Chron Playa with the long hair
The name is Onwuka my dawg this ain't no John Mayer
screens
So cut it out, you ain't now Don Juan, please
I stay spillin' Dom on my Sean John jeans
I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me
Pop bottles, models,
you by my side
Don't wanna move blind but God's my darg he'll guide
They can kee kee kee cus I know that you will ride
I know it ain't the stallion but
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