Lyrics:
and they took me back
Had no friends for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail
Got up next morning about a half past nine
I
a fuck!
I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
I'd be on the coast of Tawanna
Bitches who look, close to Madonna,
Dosie cabanna, toast by
too much friction
I got bags of green like Peggy Lipton
Be careful when you pick up this jam, it's heavy liftin'
Just do it, if you put your mind
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
And my neck on Gresky and I got the Peggy
Dont try to test me or you gonna D.I E.
CLOUT DROUGHT FOR YOU GIRLS SCOUTS, woah
CLOUT DROUGHT FOR YOU GIRLS
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
fantasy
You'd think that it was all a dream
The way things happening
When we turn it into history
I know, I know just not to go and close my eyes
Cause if
the case
You living large, your skin is dark they flash a light in your face
Now, who is cat dining out on the town?
Maitre'd wanna take a whole year
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
and hauled me back
Had no friend who'd go my bail
They stuck my dried-up carcass in the county jail
Early next morning 'round half past nine
I saw
the door bye
Y'all must think I'm stupid but this Native is so fly
Fly
If the industry don't come for Lee
I got me til I die
I'm
All about that D.I.Y
Lil hoe
NICHOLE-LEE 4 times word homegrown
Moving through the Rage
Where you can't go
Look, I don't slang caine outta caine flow
I don't duck fades, I don't trust hoes
friends, I'd never go back
It's crazy to me, I'm makin' em treasure me
I really became who they said I would never be
I don't listen to hate, cuz you can't
a masterpiece
I go cook up the bars like the maître d
Imma stick to my flow like it's A-B-C
Be the news cause I'm the next BBC
On the gram they reacting like
used to call home sweet home
I'd roam the streets so much they called me a drifter
Sometimes I'd stick up a thumb just to hitchhike
Just to get
things get better for you
'Cause I'ma make things get better for me
And keep it Doggystyle, hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit D-P-G by the sea
We
Tommy Lee
Ain't no baby in this bitch but I got hoes they up the street
I done fucked that bitch so good she said she just want go to sleep
I'm gon' get
just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
I'd be on the coast of Tawanna
Bitches who look, close to Madonna,
Dosie cabanna, toast by a ?
I 'posed
sick mothafuckers!
go head, throw up nigga
yea yea ok, i know you
i know, i know
[Verse 1]
If you want to have smaller digits
The kid was
a
Charley menfre O
Emotional feelings ano go show
Cus the back stabbers they be waiting at the door
Oh y3 man
Aye
3b3fa 3b3fa 3b3fa
Woy3 d3n a 3b3fa
3b3fa
in it
You see they diss us, but they ain't hate us
They wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made
And even then, that shit is rare, I just don't go outside
'Cause honestly I don't fuck with this world, I'd rather hide
That misconception, "Cause I rap, I
make the world go round
D.C., money make the world go round
Baltimore, money make the world go round
Little Rock, money make the world go round
but watch me fuck up this beat
You said what?
Since I can't trust no chick up on the net that bust it for the fleets
Let's go nuts
So what they say?
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