Lyrics:
more, once I get it I got it I lock it
Nobody pop shit, selling twenties on my block bitch
For some blacktop shit
What you want nigga, what you want nigga
**** on—what you call it? (Yeah, yeah)
I light a opp blunt and let your **** try it (Ah)
Uh, them off the grid, I'm on a **** diet (What?)
[Chorus]
We
Yo black what you want for Christmas?
Yo black I want some cash
So I can buy some indo, some chronic and some hash.
A rump pa pump pump
You better get it right
I produce what you like
Satisfy your appetite
No fly-by-night, we rock you right
KRS Shaggy Mad Lion yo
Whassup with this money?
what nobody
Is here but you, spider and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't
lot of mumblin'*]
Yo black what you want for Christmas?
yo black I want some cash
so I can buy some indo, some chronic and some hash.
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a rump pa pump
I'm 'bout to speak at this convention
Call you back
Alright kids we're gonna talk about gun control
(Pray for me) Damn
It's not a place
This
it's on
Just broke up where this kid is stayin' (oh that's crazy)
Cause I found out he was a one minute man (oh that's crazy)
I'm like, dad, can you
at the Q, what's up with me and you
Chorus
Got it goin' on
I want to get with you
'cause I feel it
Cheryl "Salt" James:
Yeah, when I hit your block I
on the landline
I could sell it by the pan
Or the gram in this
Scramble in the lamb like I
Got the shit pan-fried
So nasty and so classy
Have you lookin' like Ryan
that you gonna make it happen
I know my beats is crazy
But I really started rapping
Back in action, it continues
I'm eating what's on the menu
Any nigga
coupe
Want my pockets on blue
I want that CC on my shoe
In the stu that Minute Maid it be my drink
I drop a perc and mix it up now my shit pink
I'm
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
comin', radio or not
It's your record label, they kept me on the block
My posse's new attitude
No mercy on the stars, and that includes you
So what
When the needles dirty
You may need a surgery
Call the doctor you may need a surgery
Tell the DJ play this in hurry
Spin it scratch it pierce it through
beef
I don't say a word my niggas handle that
Put 50 on Miami it won't
Even turn the channel back
Woah nigga, Die slow nigga
You got booked with 10 birds
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
You think you won, but you lost
Talking all that and you finna pay the cost
Now you know I am on top
She want smoke, I'll show 'em what it cost
(You
) bitch, pumpin' my (brand new) shit
You don't like it - get off my (brand new) dick
Yo wait - I don't want it unless it's (brand new)
You might see me
) bitch, pumpin' my (brand new) shit
You don't like it - get off my (brand new) dick
Yo wait - I don't want it unless it's (brand new)
You might see me
tight
When me gotta get mine
You know what I want
But do Koopsta gets it
Storm on this bitch
Like some new used confetti
Astronomical Triple 6
Writes
since I jumped off the porch
Used to chop grams on my grandma's faucet
Pay me what it costs, I ain't tryna hear offers
Tryna play Brown, you be hangin'
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
wasn't killin' shit (uh-huh)
(What) Whatever you want, we providin' it diligently (uh-huh)
(Pump) Double barrel wherever we go willingly (uh-huh)
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