Lyrics:
pro-rated
Like Prince no shame for that past few Sheila's I've dated
Made it, with only one but I'm foreshadowing the rhyme
Like a nice Pirollo(?) wine,
up with my dawg like divorce
They shot at us, it was by force
We shot at them, they went to court
I don't wan' be with these niggas no more
I can't
Yep, yep, yep, beat it by the king pimp
Call mix if you wanna peep game simp
Freak daddy if you wanna get nasty, call freak momma fast g, fast g, fast g
it quench yo shit
Its ghettokoolaiid prince of cali what you know about it
Im the best in the game aint no doubt about it
Im going to roll me a blunt
a line tell me it's right
Reaching out a hand been a millie man
Ran a millie up tossing all the brands
To the wayside can't be the camel
Check
yo huh, what, yo, yo, yo, huh, what, yo, check it
Yo, days go by, we just get flyer
Swinging harder 'cause we got desire
Extra effort because
slip and slide
I'm dripping my fit
Get the guap, check the time
Call me by 6
Purple corvette, blue lights, black tints
Got me feeling like Prince
Ain't
means I got your number
Please don't make me dial it
That could land your fly ass on the ground just like a pilot
So just do me a solid
Y'all stay in
ain’t notice it (No)
Thank God my partner 'nem frozen (Flash)
Double cup, sipping this Act’ though
I got some red and some Wock mix
I been leaning so bad
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
checks
But I don't need 'em, I don't need 'em
My bestfriend got a lot of best friends
They be ten out of ten
She don't hook me up
My best friend got a lot
wife because of it
But I got this life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Yeah don't grab the game bull by
eating though? Not off of beats and shows
When you do it for love, you work for retail dough
Abercrombie & Fitch through Hollister
Gladly offer a check for
does it on the dl
Peace to Pete Rock, and the mecca don cl
Heavy d’s on this track, lettin' you know there’s no replacement
Peace signin' off, check
could only watch while we shot right past the
Grammy awards 1992
Open the envelope who's it go to
DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince
Well thank you thank
to it, or die, black
We see you in Allah Kingdom, you try that
Check the fly cat, 2-point-5, multiply that
Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels,
Ice round my neck
Fly like a jet
Diamonds baggets
I'm dripping wet
Run up a check
Sharp like a vet
Never see me sweat
Never see me sweat
Ice round my
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
out ??on Langston Hughes?? cause it's like that
And then I take a trip to Pink Houses
Check out the girls with the pretty pink blouses
Sometimes you
Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go
That’s not us
We take our time
Do it right
Check the levels
Mix by light
I live by night
I die by day
Damn my pupils dilate
I come for blood
Bitch peep my
nuthin'
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
I be spendin' Euros by the pound, I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin' nuthin'
You
Did this on my own ain't gotta worry bout no fuck shit
12 Round the neck guess it's cheaper by the dozen
Middle name Richard so I had to cop a Millie
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