Lyrics:
today's doe money
No time for your freestyles so roll money
No more whack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points
(No
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
about us
I'm seein' it clearer, hatin' the picture in the mirror
They claim we inferior, so why the fuck these devils fear ya?
I'm watchin' my nation
Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is
fruit-ay Yo’ s--t hella fake cuz yo s--t on toupee, oh-ah
Dun-o y’nah-no
Ya dun-no ya-know, okay
Pull up in the coupe uh This s--t Crème brûlée
If my s--t so
the label of the month
Like 'yo, what's the half kid, let me get a deal'
Got a dope style, sound just like so and so
What's her name, runnin from ya, even
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
but had the same heart (yeah)
Enjoyed seeing the light, but lived in the dark
Fifth album, bumped heads in the parking lot (aight)
Was a quiet
the richest
All those times that we spent by the pool girl
Was too broke to even take you to the zoo girl
Maybe it's because I had you girl
Was thinking
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
very impressed by
The viscosity of the environment
In his new album, "New York, and why
I think it is bitchin" bob Garder
Disguised as an elderly surf
the snow, hey-oh!
Viewtiful Joe, I rumble, ayy-oh!
Look at the days, look at the days, how they going by
I be stargazing but I’m ‘boutta make a devil cry
If I
Hate you by Wednesday
Plot to ruin you onna Thursday
Friday come the yo fate
They'll mourn ya on that Saturday
Leave you soon as Sunday
Telling you this
that's the album
Tryna turn the mansion to a castle
Diamond shine came from Africa
Shine, shine (Africa)
(Young Rich Niggas we some bachelors)
Ooh,
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
SOS, Yeah!
Finish Ya Break Fast
So that’s what imma do
Stuck on success
Mama told me finish ya break fast
So that’s what im’ma do
I’m Stuck
sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Nigga's ain't fuckin' witcha man
Yadidimean? ya understand?
Guns-N-Rozay shit nigga
On the muthafuckin' set boy
Album
a rose into a massacre
Then afterwards
Create a diameter to make lavender
Empower ya
With some funky shit this ain’t the album bruh
This my Soul transition
how
Sooo, who Are you?
What, do ya do?
Where is ya stu?
When is ya album due?
Why are ya dropping 2?
How come you have yet to blowwww
Questions
wagosi WA kaya
Album tunauza wenyewe wadosi wabaya
Mtaa kwa mtaa WA kush tunafosii Ile Mbayaaaah!
Sina mikwara ya mandonga ukibugi nnavunja taya
Niko solo
First album goin' cuatro platinum
In this Benz is the rims
And the privates packet
I might cop a lil' chain wit'
The time to match it y'all hear the track
And pray when it's over; like when ya album ends
It was this rap shit, and made me famous
Pushed me from the rear, and tried to break me anus
That was
The type of brother that will go
To ya album release party
Grab the mic and BOO you
Like how's how, F' how's how
I make a fool's do rag do not want to
Nephew
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