Lyrics:
of Milli-Vanilli
motherfuckers are being murdered by the Big Bad Wolf
Got 'em all under pressure
[Chorus]X2
[Tech N9ne]
Hey motherfucker hey motherfucker hey
come
I ain't want no Humer stunt, ask how I stack well like Maxwell
Nigga tryin' do a little some'n some'n
Bitch can you be my crutch
Dawg can I give you trust
I still remember nigga
Me a liar never nigga
He got a gun n not no money
But you scared of niggas
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
related you graduated
To the next level in the game wearin' my name
Bad little brick house go and do that thing
[Eve]
Yo n****z surprised when they
It's so complex
I come from the streets where they run yeah
I made it so I cannot front yeah
Did a little thing
Smoke a little trees am I done yet no
on the white
Then she ride me like a bike
Little bitch we can fight
I got a gun you got a knife
Twin turbo beamer coupe
I paint it off white
Heard you want
a Weezy F. thing, please say Dababy
I’m ‘na put “some BOP in it” Hip-Hop ‘n Pop
Wit my hits, I can’t stop the shit, bodies be droppin’ quick
MASS blood-bath
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
whole styles up, I stuck to my guns
In one drag I'm blowing ‘bout 7 O's
Life's a b****, I had to 69 the h**
Tryna hit a lick in hopes a n**** might be
and didn't say a thing
We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began
and didn't say a thing
We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began
jockin'(jockin') even though they guns be knockin'
Got to block it, throw my hands up and we dip it up and brawl
Talking all that nonsense, not being heard by me
Lewinsky
I got a fetish for boys that's pushin' them nice toys (kyuh)
A fetish for them boys that's fresher than altoids
I got a thing for a dude in
with one tiny little stone
Waiting there (waiting there) for someone to take you home
By itself (by itself) it's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can
I think she said My name is Pearl'
And like a dance, I was in a whirl
Next thing I remember were roses on the bed
We made love and both did agree
the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here
But I
Ludacris-
I wanna get in the Georgia dome on the fifty yard line
When the dirty birds kick the tree
And if you like in the club we can do it
In the DJ booth
Her head it landed in the sink
With all the dirty dishes
Her little daughter Siobhan
Pulled beers from dusk till down
And amongst the townfolk
we're mixing potion
Slashin' like Guns N' Roses
You got options but I been chosen
To deal with you the way you like
The way you like it
To deal with
Remember me, tha little G never died
Took one to the chest but the little G never died
I'mma certified killer, million dollar nigger
Any kind of gun
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
runs house,
reaction movies when the villain pull his gun outtt.
the best in life is the free ones,
ahh, the little things everybody need some,
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