Lyrics:
cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
got a dick and a couple balls just to name a few
The D P locced out, niggas get choked out
Smoked out niggas and I'll fuck you with no doubt
[Tray
to hell, lately I been feelin' like Lil' Kee
And I been by myself, it could get real lonely in these streets
But I gotta stay focused, I'm sippin'
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
Onyx
I listen to the melodies made by Jazzists
From the sax of Charlie Parker to Cab Calloway Scatting
Pave the way the forefathers of this music R.A.P
fire earth and wind
Love for purchasing baby you pull it off
John got that dough and heart full of love
Time is money and flies by
Somethings it can't
started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it don't stop, keep
man my flows the cleanest
Out here spitting that miracle shit
boy better know that I might just preach this
You need to simmer down bro take a break
to the A to the double R A lake
P to the A to the double R A
P to the A to the double R A lake
Think I need a break at that holiday day lake
P to the A to the double R
the crack, one rollin' the blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you're looking for that, holla at your boy
I'm a m-m-mack, mack a p-p
the crack, one rollin' the blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you're looking for that, holla at your boy
I'm a m-m-mack, mack a p-p
by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one (yeah)
You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out of the hood
That's
fuckin' P!
I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't fuck with me
Them sucka niggas out of style G season
Them sucka niggas out of style G
the beatbox and the R-A-P
That's why I'm the Inhuman Orchestra, Biz Markie
I'm here just doin my J-O-B
So I can reach the T-O-P
As soon as I get
dough from the '90s
Shiny P-90 in the lining
I'm dining, don't time me, motherfucker
Hot Boy Wayne
Since the beginning, I've been in and out of some
To transform Fiona
They definitely gon’ fear my omen
‘Cause I’m making noise with
No help from Mulan or Cri-Kee the Cricket
My wickedness cracks wickets
See that's a little Don Juan game
All across your chest like Sean John's name
Niggas tryna figure out since Kan' came
Who the rookie of the year:
Me
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
On the dancefloor shawty started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a balla by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it
for the radio, nor for the video
This is for the nigga with his banger by his shitter hole
Comin' out the box crazy bear cause his shit is swole
was master p
And you could master these
When you come batter me
Why why try guy
Fly by, eyes cry
Why lie
I'm fine
Doin this til I die
Oh my signs
Look
hiring-slyly-speaking that shitey. flying solo like an OG playing marco polo slammed down like a fell down O.A.P.
No no I said bro yo slow retards damn nobody knows me
down O.A.P.
No no I said bro yo slow retards damn nobody knows me I'm lonely but it was supposed to go a little bit like Hi I'm one of the best MC's
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