Lyrics:
rollin' with me
Yeah, I'mma do it for the city
D Town open mics Killa's tacos rappin' gritty
Yeah, I'mma do it for the city
P Town Senior High ain't
Say mayne, I had this pussy ass nigga come up to me the other day
You know what I'm sayin'?
Talkin' 'bout "say Bun B
Bun B you gon' rep for P
SILKK THE SHOCKER LYRICS
"My Homie"
(feat. C-Murder, Master P)
[Master P]
Damn. I never thought I'd be wearin a suit and tie so many times a year,
(Chorus)
[PD]
I took rap by the throat & locked it
P-Diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it
Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it
New album featuring master p, silkk the shocker,
Kane & abel, the whole tru click
Unlady like, got ghetto bitches,
And niggas fiendin', all across
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
she sip a little wine before she go to sleep
She say it help her relax but nothin help her more than me (Woo)
Your chick is showing she Naughty by
understood ain't gotta be explained, ayy
Strippers at 11 keep me entertained
Money bands, money bands, just to make it rain
Yeah, third album, nothing was
to make it rain
Yeah, third album, nothing was the same
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, A-$-A-P
I come from The Bay where the cuddies say "Yee"
Touchdown
the back seat
Go to P they don't tax me
Why my ex still trying text me
Woke up, yeah this morning smacked my bitch on her ass cheek
Yeah my bitch so nasty
10Dee don't play
And I wanna make M's by the way that I spray
Tell a man N O if they wanna play games
How you gonna live if you don't make P's
Get out
chilling with me
R.I.P Ms. Whitney, she bopping like Diddy
If she show me a titty, I might fuck her, really
I might count up the billy's, this bitch too
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
Start this album out by saying
I love you p-red
I wish you weren't dead
Fucck a piece of lead
One time he carried an
AR across a persons lawn
In his
Blake Shelton Sings Austin.
It's on his 2001 Album.
She left without leaving a number
Said she needed to clear her mind
He figured she'd gone
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
R.I.P
Nobody even asked for you to be here, so do that
Nobody even knows your name, so get back
All eyes on me
I stare at the crowd I stare at the ceiling
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
Hip Hop Hooray
by Naughty By Nature
Album : 19 Naughty III
Give it up for Naughty By Nature
Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
You drew
learned is that life gives me setbacks
At least I drove by myself and didn't rely on a trailer
I am a patient who can't be seen to be ill
The blue light
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and
Niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
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