Lyrics:
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
of their time, everybody dies
[Mr Duke]
This is a time of pain
Warzone for your own gain
I roam the middle with the metal ?cause I'm insane
Break
I'm bout to square it off
Everybody better stay in they homes
Cus when I spit, I'm representin
I'm protected by chrome
My old G Hump done told me
knows the bread is my Mrs.
30, side of my pocket
She wanna fuck but she think that I'm toxic
I was outside with the shooters and shit
Got so many bitches
high)
No more questions Eazy E
Paint the picture the beat my easel
Y'all don't know just what I mean
Me and B we snapping on the beat, produced by Fackler
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
holiday season while we was young, growing up
Everything be cool when Mr. Grinch show up
Always plottin' and schemin' to ruin everybody's holiday season
Hey, yeah, I like this right here
Makes me feel free
It's got that, uh, you know
That bom, ba-dum bum, ba-da-da-da-da (Mr.)
Bom, ba-dum bum,
gave me pop
Shawty know I'm feelin' bold, but she gotta give me props
Hey Mrs. Bartender, I need you to pour me up a shot
I'm talkin' casamigos, and can
wrist stay below freezin
down south my niggas brag for no reason
(Lil' Flip)
in down south everybody shop in the galeria
I dont care about the price I
"I Know"
Don't forget "The Mashed Potatoes"
No other songs will do
So Mr., Mr. DJ
We're havin' a party
Everybody's swingin'
Dancin'
I got a page, 9-double-1, Mr. Lil' One
Can you come across me, fondle me and floss me
Act like I care, grab you by the hair
Pull a 211
fucked up and eyes redder than a red bull
Look at that
I bet she don't know where her kids at
Used to be all that
Now she's dating Mr crack
Had her first
doing Karate
I'm just tryna get everybody tuned in
Co-operate and it's a win-win
Money Trees, Money Trees, Money Trees
That kind of trap got everybody
the day I kick the bucket ima keep it true
It’s Mr Shadow droppin bombs and keepin heads bobbin from Diego to Compton u know it ain’t stoppin
Given two
Muthafukas Don't know me
Baby I'm a businessman, all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man
I'm Mr. International, life is like A crash course
Niggas
whip on that good drink from texas
Got everybody lookin' like a nigga butt naked
Please be good cause it could go down
Mr. Baton Rouge, I hold
got put on a tee he ain't get back that's why he feel salt
Niggas be as this rap shit not for everybody some of y'all just need to halt
I know he mad
like, "Gee, I don't know, he might be"
I told 'em meet me at Kid Rock's next concert
I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness monster, I'mma peace out
Then I
me
I know it’s gonna be ok
Hey good morning to you Mr Sunshine
Hey good morning to you
It’s been a long, long time
Since we all saw ya
Please don't go
Yeah, man, you know I do too motherfuckin' much, I'm Mr. Go Too Far
They might try to come and supersede me after all this shit I'm talkin'
You
it got deep)
We hoppin' out them Jeeps and walk you down, bitch, you know how we creep (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd-blrrrd)
I'm on the phone with lil
(Singing by Ronnie Spencer)
Why you peepin me
Everybody knows that I'm a G
Hey, Hey, she's peepin me, she's peepin me
Why you peepin me
Everybody knows that
Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these
.jpg/220px-Everybody_else_is_doing_it_so_why_can't_we_(album_cover).jpg "Everybody Else")
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