Lyrics:
Yo, hah yo, rah, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
Inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by
Oh you Jasmine
Long hair pretty eyes big booty
You big fine just juicy
Oh you Jasmine
By the end of the night I'm gonna know what you like
I can show
city
Miami, Listennn
[Trick Daddy]
I'm well-connected, well-respected fo' gangsta shit
I'm from the city of Caprices and Impalas bitch
Yo I'm from
betcha betta know ian steppin’ by my
Motha fuckin' self I got the gang with me on this Album all we do is bang
Its OT$ Gang we betta than you lames putcha
hips
I'm a magician with no tricks but my final act is the magic stick
Car sex make her hella wet no panties on in her sundress
And im trying leave your
Hey yo mic check j'm'assure qu'il n'y'a pas d'latence
J'suis comme le racisme en France moi j'prends pas d'vacances
Haha c'est l'Kid Smokey Joe, et
Hey yo mic check j'm'assure qu'il n'y'a pas d'latence
J'suis comme le racisme en France moi j'prends pas d'vacances
Haha c'est l'Kid Smokey Joe, et
la musique y'a aucune stratégie
Non je reste moi même Je changerai rien quand l'avenir sera paisible
Ouais je prends plaisir à chaque album je prends
as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, I set up shop
Gamer concerts out at the harbor
Hair is nappy. I need a barber
Hotel room, I'm recording between the parties
Shubz and Bill are prepping for
teddy bears outta monsters
Turned doubters into sponsors
cnd now im selling out concerts
Got bitches tryna pull down my pants
cnd they coming out
'cause I'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in
"Thriller" (boom)
My bass drum is a killer
Packed like a musket, tough to test it
Your arrested (Yo, was he in a trial?), you guessed it
His eyes are big, his
the drama, we're lookin' out for your baby's mama
Takin' risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin' on her
Life in the hood is all good for nobody
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
music industry fan
Hey yo my man, look at my hand, they look human right?
You think I'm a monster, ill circus clown
Not a specimen, don't look at me
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
that shit sounds sick!
yigga-yigga-yo watch your lip!
"Get out my mind!" she tells herself time after time
Ignorin words spoke by the most high
Yo, check it
Call Lil' Cease
Tell that motherfucker to bring me some motherfucking weed to this hospital
Man fuck that (Notorious)
Tell that
the mastermind behind you, manipulating you(U)
It's a fair game, You have to play by the rule, reallly yeah?(Oh oh)
I said so much about this song(Uh uh)
The album
the mastermind behind you, manipulating you(U)
It's a fair game, You have to play by the rule, reallly yeah?(Oh oh)
I said so much about this song(Uh uh)
The album
smoked up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga, I know she tryin' to fuck
But her hommie wanna play G.I. Joe
Hommie you better check yo hoe before yo big
Eh Yo, the B.O.S.S. spits flames but his names not Bowser
Settled at the highest level where the game(s) stops after
No playing on these lames
.jpg/240px-Gerry_Mulligan_(1980s_portrait_by_William_P._Gottlieb).jpg "Gerry Mulligan & the Concert Jazz Band")
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