Lyrics:
thieving
Took a loan for your soul
Thing I believe in
By the time you were done
All you did you semen
Welcome to the cudi sensation
I made an album
the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
Nothin' to prove, you hard with this dick I nut and I move
Baby, I'm an apex predator
Half a million in cash in the bag and a bad credit score
The body
Yeah go nuts and go crazy, go stupid
Gotdamn
I fell in love with the money
I looked at the face on my Blues, it was Cupid
Gotdamn
Do you know the feelin'
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'
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
gun
Don't catch a hot one soon as he spot one
Westside Connection is a doctrine
This ain't another club song
Or love song that y'all can fuck
one
Westside connection is a doctrine
This ain't another club song
Or love song that y'all can fuck on
So get the fuck on
A nigga rich can't believe
This ain't another club song
Or love song that why'all can fuck on
So get the fuck on
A nigga rich can't believe the bullshit that I'm stuck on
mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
Black the ripper, by barracks, cold like anemic
Believe it, it takes years for y'all to achieve it
Cause I'm
my cats think you feel me at?
Alla why'all, and when we earn that
They finally let the dish and the pan
Then I start with some cash
Let me get
Mr. Whitey could you please understand
I'm slangin pillows just as fast as I can
I'm in the cut with the mask and loaded bam
I'm just a nut with cash
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
mouth, just spit it to your girl
She can tell me down south while I camcord
If you really got a problem with me
Then why I see you listening to my shit? I
if I go nuts
I don't care to hear your problems, everybody I know got one
You ain't out here on the hour, then nigga why the fuck not
Wait, shut
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
grimier then niggas they take yo life while you chasing a nut
[Verse 2: RBO Fazo]
(Grahhh)
Man if ain’t with RBO I’m by myself
I was that youngin that
my wings
Thinking I
Finna frequent fly
Finna clear the sky
Never tried
Came from getting high
And barely getting by
Think I figured out my why
Had
folks you fingered your first love to Fred Durst
So instead of asking why I'm sad now you'll just know why it hurts
Everything since then have fallen
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
make just 1 rack on this album it won't be my last
Just gotta prove to myself I can really get this cash
I really mean this shit
I would never tell y
[Intro]
Somewhere in Baltimore, MD
Lying a psycho, surrounded by money trees
Pick off the leaves and roll up a blunt
That’s how much fucks I don’t
gown
My flag brown, I still crack (uh)
By my nuts my pill sack (uh)
Five sluts think I'm that (uh)
Started actin' I still rap (uh)
If it gets slow I
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