Lyrics:
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
and see
What you doing doing doing
There's a new kid in the block
New Kid took the long walk
New Kid busting made no move but I'm gusting
New Kid New kid
time little Layzie let 'em know now.
Take it to the streets and let the pump, pump go pow!
Take my style, let me show you how I go wild.
Now you playin'
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
Fa, Fa, Fa)[00:18.16]In my city, it get hot either you with it or you gettin' shot (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)[00:21.60]Pump faked, and got hit in the top
they profit to fuck with you
Nobody can fuck with you, Obama said
"What it do?"
Can I get one more?
Everybody want to talk about who
This and who that
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
when the pac ends,
You never mix bizness with new friends
All black Benz you can call it pac man
25 10 9 and a 4 5 on me
I don't need no coley do
an operator
Come on about two minutes later saying
"This phone call is from a federal
Prison in New York State"
I said, "What kind of peanut butter and
Jelly
they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up n****, if you want some
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no thang but
balcony
How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
There's no respect at all
You betta check her dawg
She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can
on if you want to
From the city where we known, baby for what we goin do
I'm the lady alligator who's the calm in that water
I'm the migrane
Yah
Racks Ayye
It’s the Champs CC
You know everything real certified
Yeaaa yeah
We done lost millions on the road really been thru it
I make them
on some syrup
Now you know we gone, goin real strong
I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long
Drop roll barre, that what I want
I'm comin on down jammin
And why'all just lie about it, like it's a big-ass joke
Playin like kids, I think you want me to spank you
Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor
and drugs, call us thugs
Make it they promise to fuck with you
No condom, they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?"
(Obama say, "What it do?")
(Obama
any
Money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?" and he said
"Kid, we don't want any hangin's
I said, "Obie, did you think I was
this new producer to rise,
so open your eyes, I think you better recognize.
Dre: (Sam)
Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
they call him
man
Got 50s in them TECs, 50s in them MACs man
30s in them Glocks, 17 shot Berettas, all that shit man
Sawed offs, pumps man what you want?
How you
what you drank?
You know tha kid stay with his Nike's new, tha throwback is light blue
Came out around the time, my grandmother graduated high school
thinkin ride long
Drop roll barre, that what I want
Im comin on down jammin
I gotta be slammin, gotta be comin
And you know we smoke weed
We dont fuck with
robberies to dope
And y'all just lie about it, like it's a big-ass joke
Playin like kids, I think you want me to spank you
Ninety-nine on the charts with
And still gettin' paid, so watch me get bigger
Brand new, on the scene with my nigga Luke
>From the bottom, niggas, so what you want to do?
[Chorus:]
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