Lyrics:
rather do it myself (damn)
Direct, edit & mix
I hold that shit under my belt (forreal)
A degree to top that
I'm passin class by myself (yeah)
My own crib
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
funny, cause know what they say that
I’m cocky from all the exposure
But I was talking way more shit
Back when I was fourteen
When no ones was nosy
And no
without radio play
Maybe at night but no airplay in the day
I couldn't understand why to be exact
Our music was good and I was far from whack
Then
days of our lives
You wink, it goes by
So we'll just get it with no edits
And anything goes, so no time for closed minds
And free my Lil' Weezy
toward South Shore, wrong way homey
This street's for Mix-A-Lot's posse only
Looked in his mirror saw my big gold grill
Ain't no place to run so you
drivin'
Over the island and cause a forty-two car pile-up
(Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot
Looking for life on this planet, sir, no sign of it
All I
drivin'
Over the island and cause a forty-two car pile-up
(Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot
Looking for life on this planet, sir, no sign of it
All I
on the block
Say he heard it, got narcotics, hide the man on this block
What you talkin' bout, sir? I'm just a man on this block
I keep it slick with a switch,
I roll around wit some soldier niggas and they be all on that soldier shit
You already know that I keep me a lot
Dope boy knot big boy gwap
Shawty say
and a whole lot of show
And with Hank Junior blaring on the radio
We got a tank full of gas and we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
won't be sorry (nah)
I'm a dog that can't be stopped, they call me Marley (woof woof)
Gimme that top shelf, no barley
If I don't see purp, that shit ain't
fuck you!"
It's funny 'cause know what? They
Say that I'm cocky from all the exposure
But I was talking way more shit back
When I was 14 with no buzz
No
a nizzard
I ain't gettin' money, what you say, come again sir?
Sucked off in the loft, gettin' top's where I been sir
Gettin' drunk, gettin' full of this
gimme a hand
And say those words I can't?
You got to sing along to make this song
The dirtiest song that ain't
You helped me go on the radio
By saying
oh oh oh
You got the number one song on the radio and you still gotta sit in jail?
I went in late, I'm on the top rack by the lake
I'ma sleep all
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
cyy
Superior on the mix
Nelly pon this one yeah!
Jorshie on the beat
I've got a lot on my mind
Can't get you off my mind
My feelings
to these bitches
I'm unbothered by yall
Look how my Jello booty Switches
And you sir
You look like the ghetto movie Bitches
I'm defending my friends
Cuz I
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
compare because I sharpen my tools.
Can’t take preparation for fool.
This is Pirate radio, and I’m taking man to school.
Let’s me take it back
understand
The life that I live ain't always fun
A lot of dark and sometimes there's no sun
Since this is the last verse of this dope song
Master P is about
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
goddamn earned"
I’m like this i blow M’s every month & I
Can’t get rid of this habit
They say I’m for the flex
But I’m not too much showy
My life’s full
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