Lyrics:
slammin' albums
BDP rocks consistently
From criminal minded to nineteen-ninety
Why? Well that's my secret baby
Here's a hint: the public pays me
So
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
safe to see
They hate my steeze, they hate my style, they always hate a G
I know exactly why hatin', it's the love for me, ahh
They repay me
By tryna
where
I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
If you were worried 'bout where
I been
bruh
Ayy, ya'll at my show, when
I say these names, ya'll better scream for
Me i don't give a fuck if
You know the names or not
Google them they will
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
don't feel me
My album is bulletproof, y'all can't kill me
In 2003 the lease is up
We on the block now, no need for y'all re'in up
Pop your seat up,
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
a picture for an album cover
Goddamn, the shit's a trip, gee
Five different doctors with needles tryin to stick me
I hear my family hollerin he needs us
Durin
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
getting recognized
Mr Mike is by my side Dizzy in a prison
Miracles within him
Working on an album just to show him how I've risen
It's like I've been
If I could say this shit out loud without me slowing down
I'd probably go on for forever letting everything I hold in out
My thankfulness for how you
simpin'.
Oaktown players, strictly pimpin', baby.
My name is Short. Just what you've been looking for.
Sending young tenders on a wild goose chase.
Up
taking.
You know we're rolling.
Don't do no simpin'.
Oaktown players, strictly pimpin', baby.
My name is Short.
Just what you've been looking for
is, bruh aye
You know me i went down
Seven years of my life
Of motherfuckers hating me for saying Beyoncé
Had the best video hey baby
Let’s rock
a referee (brr, shh)
Big dogs gotta play for keeps (play for keeps)
I'm courtside or I'm in the suites (facts, baby)
Some niggas said I don't support
would have a desk job
Ticking 'till I off myself
Used to drive around for some hours (oh, ohhh)
Used to get paid by the hour (oh, ohhh)
Now I'm just
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and pimp a hoe
It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'll never be another broke-ass nigga
We got top-notch
And my niggas say, we want the fame! C'mon
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for
She ain't call or text or none
You know I'm on the way
Ain't text and tweet
For none
When she see me
We be fucking
Baby hit me up
Let a nigga
Know some
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
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