Lyrics:
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
Three inch, one inch, four inches dunno
He's a see-through playa on your radio
Douglas no less the ghost for me
Bun up your whole clique if you come
you got a back up plan 'cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eatin' your
two gats by her side
The one on her right Trina, the one on her left I
In a high holster, studded in rhinestone
Ready to cock back, we bust and your
Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x3]
C'mon yeah [x7]
[verse three]
Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip
Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out
I'm
Falling icicle my morning view
Blizzard wind pick up through broken window
While I snooze, another day betrayed by booze
Escape like Mister Hyde each
(D-P-G for life)
Givin' it up, I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (D-P-G, straight up)
When I blast, I'm a Dogg Pound Gangster (D-P-G, D-P-G for life)
Haha
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
Yeah, grew up you ain't seen shit
Nine Inch Nails hit your motherfuckin' spleen, b
Hoppin' off the jet, then we pull off on the scene, bitch
Hit your
Knock upon the walls I'm a pawn castle walls got me catchin flack
The people need the constant flow and I'm only giving up an inch of slack
Three walls
Knock upon the walls I'm a pawn castle walls got me catchin flack
The people need the constant flow and I'm only giving up an inch of slack
Three walls
pas d'flingue
On est des gentils voyous
T'es une méchante baltringue
Tu kiffes Fababy? T'es qu'un suceur
Aux platines: DJ Battle
Viens pas clasher
gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck
bitch will fall
You can feel it in the back like
I like tree
We bust in doors and light up three
We living tall
Got like me
I'm chill like a big menthol
the plan
This is the end, of your life
This is the end of the album a 3rd one cookin up right
You know the grind never stops living continuously
Exaggerating
pray
All of that -
Jumpman
Hit em up, hit em up, hit em
Jumpman
Yeah (x3)
Eh!
spray
Look at him pray
All of that -
Jumpman
Hit em up, hit em up, hit em
Jumpman
Yah (x3)
Eh!
Pound, pound the booty
Boom, Bell Biv DeVoe
Bell Biv DeVoe
Yeah, on a booty nation, why?all
Across the nation
Honey that's 3 inch pumps so high
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
tell us D tell us D
Mass confusion g, I don't know what's up
Hey yo man
(it's just another case of that old pta)
Huh man
[Dinco D]
In school
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
my album's gonna flop
wondering if I'm gonna hit Billboard top,(I don't know)
why this world got so much hate
if there was that much love it would all
an album, get classes
(Chorus)
(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
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