Lyrics:
Then went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my hand
All the record companies bite me, but I chose Def Jam
And the main reason that I made it and I love
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
I yeah
We just look up at the stars and we laugh about it yeah
Addicted to your love I can't cap about it yeah
Got all these problems ima rap about it
a phase
I'm not even doing it for your love
Not even for the praise
They really try to hold me back
Putting my album on delay
Crossing through the critics
I'm gon' feature Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit
And drive off in the
Range Ro' 'Cause everywhere
I go they love the "bling-bling" flow!
Bang
up a show now I got me a sponsor
She acting so shy but she know all the bouncers
I gotta keep on my path
I am in love with the cash
Political scene in
we slip
I ain't brought to fall
With a passion I love making flips
Double triple now it's all making sense
What I go by
Nigga it's louda lou
Been
remember that little nigga when he was just a young lad
Nobody thought he make it up outta the hood, before the gun blast (gun blast)
'Cause Johnny wanted
ass
I go to the club man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw on my jeans
ready to kiss my ass
I go to the club, man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw
yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my Johnson
Where the tools kept, who I be? The code name
in this game is as big as us
If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a fuck
I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott
Defended by Johnny Coch'
still setting up shop
I got my mind and my cash right, a bad wife
Gripping a bag tight while y'all living a mad life
I chase down niggas, shake down
and dummy, tryna take some G's up from me
Yeah, they hate me but they love me, I be sillier than putty
Motherfucker, y'all be shapeshiftin'
Hate spittin', but
A-1 Pe$o
Alpaca
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
This is brought to you by (And the beat is so cold)
The legendary, Earth Yarb (Yeah
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
and fam fed up by me boy
Knock, knock shit, bet they lock the door
Engaged but headed 'round divorce
She caught it, check my child support
Make a nigga that
be in Russia
I'mma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mask
Wit' da limited edition classic
Rhymes
to look at me
But don’t tease me girl
You know who you are, you make it easy it girl
I’m like Johnny with the cash now
Sip a little Johnny on the rocks
I
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
to blue, yodel number one
We love Hank and Lefty
Bob Wills, Ernest Tubb, and Johnny Cash
But if we had to pin point
The start of who we are
Or who we go
this
I gotta believe in somethin more than that
Like Johnny Cash I'm the man in black
[Chorus]
[DMC]
Yo yo, this one right here goes out to Jam Master
Silver, Bill Evans to Terry Gibbs on the vibe
Gary Burton and album archives
Like Donald Byrd George Duke and Lee Morgan
Shirley Scott, Groove Holmes
streets don't love nobody
You gotta pay attention to the signs, Johnny
If you a weak nigga, don't try to play hard
Better keep your punk ass out the yard
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