Lyrics:
It's on (IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON!!)
The industry is a trick, and everyone is on the dick
A cheap trick, just like ? like ?
I peep it,
feeler
Man of GOD to deeper
K'fike iskhondla-khondla with a bad attitude ophakamayo ngiyam Ginger
I'm up! Up! At the top there with you pops bro getting
up to onces shidd i might as well sell the shake
If you want the hard the clean a bean or trick you know that you gotta pay
Trap house beating that 06
stay up in his zone
The leader of the new school
Pussy ass hoes better dress by the code
Every everything on go
Everything K like LMNO
She said what
pic, before
The seahawks twenty four I been on that b shit
Pussy you wack, something like a cheap trick
Mike in the Billy Jean vid, I got the streets
contacted by an A and R
He sold me a dream and said that he would make me a star
Oh how naive I can be so let's see
Want to know why the album taking so long
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
frivilous
Thoughts, thug for the Bone, up puttin' this independent stardom.
Seven relentless evil intentions, nobody knows 'em, I'm even a henchman,
are inferior
Cause I by myself will take
Out the whole North America
We need to expand rap beyond this land
Set up competitions with England
bit motherfuckers
Say hello...
I.K.P., (this is for yall) Phi-Roze, uhhh
cs the world goes by
I don't know why but everybody gotta die some time
cs
Get mad Give a fuck if you leave
Not without another trick up the sleeve
Nigga mad I don't got it for cheap
High prices mean the shit off the leash
f**k with that Hemi
I gotta Cutlass 350 will leave your ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them West side
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
nice" (cut and scratched)
You no-frill slow toy, cheap thrills, no joy
My lyrical skills give me Pillsbury Doughboy
Back, I'm packin' 'em up like
go blind jerking off to the eclipse,
The sun was pulling cheap shots doing commercial body tricks,
Behind the back,
Under the leg,
I think he even
private)
Acting like they really f**k with me
Cause they only show love in private (In private)
Acting like they really f**k with me
They must be paid by
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
blblblblblbl
Yo You know how d thing go Gringo?
Kushdon
Rah
Up with it
Dawg u nuh see a it this
Gyal a seh mi full a cheese like Ritz Bits
Touch e
the tricks
He playing games, just like Madden, fuck it, get that nigga blitzed
You put a K behind GraveDigga, you end up in Graveyard,
Try to take some from
album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature'
check out the cover
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force
kill
So all you hoes, and you bitches and you trick tramp sluts
It's the dick eat up, now
This is for the ho in you
In you, the ho in you
This is
to trick
Equipped with game so we bang with this thuggish shit
I see you tryin' to hide, hopin' that nobody don't notice
You must always remember
You're
sing my song
I drag a b****
By her weave
For looking at me wrong
(Wrong)
If I'm not wearing panties
Then I'm in a thong
(Thong)
He f**k good
Hit
Don't be surprised, look in the sky, yeah we finna fly
I got a suit, I got a tie, now I'm finna slide
Do a drive by, in the new ride, that shit apple
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