Lyrics:
there is bitches in Carlo
Lord have Murciélago, yeah
And I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed
To look into my parents eyes when I'm scared to die
My
Haters knotted up, when you trip
Put canker sores in your whip
That's what I do to protect my party
My goons snatch you out by your Ed Hardy
Then its
a luchador (hmm)
My dawg didn't make it to twenty-one, so I gotta make it past twenty-four
Put a red beam to your head like Arby's
Either go to school, go
throat like Thanatos
It’s looking like your death day
X marks the spot
Leave your head see through like X-ray
Give it all I got
This my court
You
I've been here Before
Man you been here before
They put a gun to your dome
And they're all in my head
Makes me feel alone
Sometimes I Don't even wanna
to work
Bend your back drop it low make it hurt
See how low you can go make it work
Go head forehead go to work
Go up go dumb go to work
Bend your back drop
Baby, just hold me close and never let me go
Nine, nine, nine
Love the way I stroke it deep inside
Ride it like you stole it. Two rounds, too loud
Shells & Cheese (woo, let's go)
But y'all miss the meaner me, back when I had felonies
That went over your head because you just fell on knees
You just
me sing now)
La la la la la (Woo, Oh) , la la la la
(Help me sing now) la la la la la
(Let's go, Oh) , please don't judge me
Please don't judge me by
In front of your eyes, what a surprise, and let the nature
Rise, just for the girls and the guys
A Phi-Slamma-Jamma when you wear a bandanna
go check your pipes cause it might be a leak
I hope y'all really hearing me
Been at it all week
My phone stay on dnd
Lil momma a big bird, know she
hard to do
[T.I.]
i use to drive a chevy monte carlo bricks n blow all in it
i was taught to sell dis shit u putcho nose all in it
let my bitch drive da
Got game to make your wife cheat, give me head
Fuck your husband for Geezy, I know you gon' break bread
I know you clowns don't like it, gotta accept
close your eyes"
Now it's Pharrell's turn to
Spin a track-in-progress
They listen, bobbing their heads slightly
Occasionally both bursting into song
When
table I got everything you need
Bottles kush blowin' like a whistling referee
Take a shot don't be afraid
Girl just put on for your team
Go 'head show me
and strife
All 'bout your head
Why surprise?
I've got the feeling
I've got so proud
As if by surprise
What you singin'?
Lets go, searchin'
Find the good life
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven's arms)
Gucci in my closet, pardon my head
Pardon my French, but I'm on my Nas
crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven's arms)
Gucci in my closet, pardon my head
Pardon my French, but I'm on my Nas shit, off
by myself so I don't think I'mma answer
I'm fresh to death, I'm in the zone.
I checked my head, but no one's home.
The mood is right, the party is on.
Carlos
Two houses over by the tall black fence
I keep the hooptie parked for situations like this
There go Grease, "Yo, get in! You drive"
"What the fuck
elements I perform my scripture
And make Mos Def a classic modern figure
Brooklyn it don't matter if you holler or whisper
Your coming through clan,
to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red
Bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I
and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip a finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it? Don't watch the clock
don't let go, move man
Say you a killa, killa
Say you 'bout that skrilla, skrilla
Watch out when 'em bullets spray
You just might get fill up, fill up
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