Lyrics:
to take em off
Dye your hair blonde, hook up your weave and call Steve
for the photo session (yeah..)
Can I see your panties girl? You want to take
and then call me baby
Flipping her moods like a jesse white tumbler
(verse)
We can't post on the gram
Its easy for me to get caught on the gram
So i need
the experience of others while getting ready to succeed. And achieve success through a mental attitude and have the courage to face the truth day by day in every
could be working even better
And I think you should look at me as an opportunity to find that out
I don't mean any disrespect by that
I'm just saying I
[Intro:]
Yeah yo
[Hook:]
To all my thrillas on the east (I can't call it)
To all my thrillas on the west (I can't call it) "Hello" -
write these tunes
And for you to stress a nigga like I?m running these hoes is outta line
Goodbye to your life, pack up your clothes and go
[Hook sung by
alone
But what I give to you
No one else’s can, yeah, I'm the one
Call me a hook up
Cause with me you're not the same
I can take you out of your body
Real
Jones and Legato
Charles Reed
[Hook]
I wanna love you
I want to loved by you
I wanna feel
I want to be felt by you
I wanna touch
I want
on it, woo
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
A pow-wow, just rock it out
Finger-poppin' to the break of dawn
Keep it rockin' like the stuff that we call
a horse, I like to chill
So I drive up in my new Seville
My tribe went down in the hall of fame
'Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James
Pound for pound,
Jesse James
(What's that)
Outlaws running trains
Said she seen me in her dreams
When she awoke i went away
(Wait)
She want to come hang out but not right
I come out the gate with a gun
I'm looking for fun
And somebody to kill
So I can take him apart and cook him with skill
Cause I'm a good chef
Hear
confessions
You walk a mile
In my shoes
You
Learn 1000 lessons
I keep 2 shootas
By my side
I
Call em
Smith and Wesson
Call d roc
He speak
was a cop, my people would survive
Work out like Jesse to keep peeps alive
Karim Abdul, Muhammad, and Louis Farrakhan
The ministers for the nation
gotta holler out
[Hook: The Game]
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, remix, remix, remix
what up, blood?
[Verse 14: Kurupt]
[Hook x2]
Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya
[Hook x2]
Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya
fo-fo's
Niiga makin' my money daily double
It's the reason they call me stack
That nigga to peel back
Your mothafuckin cap
Hook x4
on it, woo
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
A pow-wow, just rock it out
Finger-poppin' to the break of dawn
Keep it rockin' like the stuff that we call
Still God and a pen
Gave me that win got it rocking again
Maybe that sin done taught me a lesson
Caught by reflection unlocking my lens
Inner man
(yeah, you whore)
Bitches I'm catchin', blunts I'm matchin'
Don't call me Bizarre, I'm the Reverend Jesse Jackson
Who the fuck is this guy, why
whom
Have I harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running
Hasn't
mother
Catch him papa
Catch am squeeze am
Catch am beat am
Catch am squeeze am
On no account
You approach us
Stand by
And am focus
You drew
get that in the interview?
I feel Lenno McCartney combined
They cut my leash but I wasn't confined
You can yell preach but i'm nothing divine
I just got
.jpg/229px-Paul_McCartney_2021_(cropped).jpg "Paul McCartney")
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