Lyrics:
crack, head crack"
Verse Four: Redman
SURPRISE NIGGAZ! The original P-Funk funks you up
I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the NEW CUT
games at home
Boy you're thinking I'm playing, huh?
Guess it isn't your day then, huh?
Do I look like a sample?
Cause you keep trying me i did the dishes!
yet
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
Street niggas gettin' Rapchat
Ask 'em 'bout that boy I'm 'bout that
You just do it for the internet
You just do it
creeper/
She remember when I meet her/
By a bar on Ariapita/
So she dash in meh dm’s like a hundred meter/
She say you’s tha man who could do it right/
We
East west man you know how we do (how we do it)
Down south my niggas bout it and we bound to take it all from you
I'm from the streets of NY
Light that bitch up like the 4th of July
I remember when they wasn't listening
Now I just ball like the college in Michigan
I swear I drip like a mother
nobody make the lead spark
Don’t take talk from nobody
'Bout you bag grams, who’s your rap fans?
Nobody
N a inna 'dis
Banging out spades in the whip (wo,
Yeah
Did I
Did I
Did I
Did I do enough
Did I plant enough seeds
Did I
Did I
Did I
Did I do enough
Do enough so you would love me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Do
on the block Cadillacs, on white walls
Touchdown collect pay, straight from collect calls
You ain't double cup, sipping boy you got a cough
Ugh
Bring the act
like I'm Toad
Hop in the forth, that four-forty-four close
It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go
Reloaded it and dump it some more
So we posted up by
crack, head crack"
Verse Four: Redman
SURPRISE NIGGAZ! The original P-Funk funks you up
I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the NEW CUT
To do this, do this, do that'
That's real creative shit
And, when you're really not afraid
To be yourself, you're comfortable
It's like a web
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I remember back in Long Beach, sittin' in the crib
Everybody down bad, never on shit
A nigga wanna leave, but nobody got
[VERSE ONE];
DO I KNOW YOU, WELL I DAMN SURE LIKE TO/
AND DON'T BE SCARED BABYGIRL I WONT BITE YOU/
IM TRYNA BE THAT DUDE, THAT DUDE BY YA SIDE/
SEE WE CAN
take this whole industry
And run it, thinkin bout you while we done it
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Do what
James Taylor
He's probably the closest
Thing to a writer's perfect
Exemplification of the
Unconscious all the songs are
Like movies all you
Need to do is
Wanya is the greatest, I'ma keep it hot
If you don't know me by now just keep looking up
We came from the bottom, headed to the top
Long Beach is my city,
thots
Four pockets full bitch I take you to dinner
My racks fill the room but boy I'm a swimmer
That boy said he saw that lil boy a dreamer
The room
thots
Four pockets full bitch I take you to dinner
My racks fill the room but boy I'm a swimmer
That boy said he saw that lil boy a dreamer
The room
Oh, where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Oh, where have you been, Charming Billy?
I have been to seek a wife, she's the joy of my whole life
tough, turn his block Afghanistan, uh
Might take a couple dreads
Or close homies instead
And I ain't even gon' remember shit I was fucked up off a Xan
know that can flow like this
And take your chick, should know by now that I'm next up
Even before all of them cheques come
If that boy wanna check me
Lord's stackin', you can ask 'bout me
Had the OG's, they respected me
The younger boys not remember me
I was in them streets in the background
Was your
come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Who do, do you
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