Lyrics:
forever, I
Well I guess I was wrong, the pressure was on
I was thinking where's my energy gone
But then I figured out a way to live forever
I just have
mouth
Sip of listerine
And gargle slow
If I'm Prince Harry, go and hit a Markle pose
Talent like this
Well, there's no between and far below
And I would
through the first ten seconds and you still ain’t hit that skip button
I appreciate you for that
If I’m fortunate enough to have you stick around for
with me, holler up to Pop, don't stop with me
Hit the block, sure shot, Peace to Hip Hop with me
Rock with me cause we doing it well
Take 'em out
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track
asiago
I don't need the bands cause I feel I hit the lotto
We got bitches and bongs and woods up in the Tahoe
He stuck by my side so I cop him a Murciélago
back
Mama, they said I killed a man
Well, I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards, we are back
In the heezy
Jigga Man, B Siegs
back
Mama, they said I killed a man
Well, I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards, we are back
In the heezy
Jigga Man, B Siegs
cds
Need to upgrade get the new MP3
Couple nudes couple bootleg dvds
Pretty soon we're getting sued by the CDC
They caught Gordo
Trying to leave with
gon' feel like you got tasered
Hear a blast and see a flash from
Far like a massive star quasar
Laser hit you in your facial
Tissue like acne scar laser
yeah, come on
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We made it to a new day, yeah
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We done made it to a new day
Oh, I take a hit
[11] - Get um up hit em up
They want to know what it is all about
They way that we roll down south
Start baby wit dope house josie wells gonna
there
we need to remind people that they work for the employer, not the other way around
All these pretty buildings right, well guess what, they're all empty
Big ass platinum of my album
Hanging in my crib
Marble floors, designer shoes
This just the way I live
My next door neighbor he a plug
So he
The competition checks and checks
And keeps checkin'
They get the album
Take it home
And start sweatin'
Why? well it's simple
To them it's kind of vital
chest (It's the joint)
Well n****, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits
It's that n**** down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits
I'm
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
a cork to hit
All this Ralph be the sportsmanship
Walked in and said I needed all the chips
As well as the one on my shoulder
Feel like my heart got
(Firzt back like he left or somethin')
Ayy, yeah, uh
Talkin' 'bout hits, I could drop a hit and get you hit today
Yesterday I won't on my shit
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
wake up call don't you ?
Feel it hard, oh yeah, feel the fear don't you ?
That feragamo on the sofa got you feelin mad arent you ?
Well, that's the story
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by the boobies, booby trapped
All white Bentley, I call that mama
My life crazy, like Obama's
You talk slick? Well I'm Osama
Bin Laden, I'm
The gin and juice gets me bent
You start the trippin' and flippin' and
Then ya hit the C
Niggas know a G like me don't play
Disagree, then I got something
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