Lyrics:
[eiht]
Geah (hey)
Bitch
Get down like you live, hey, uh
Get down like you live
Geah
Uh, we's a gang a player niggas that's out for dough
Gettin money
about my papers
I don't f*ck with Immigration
I still ain't got em and I'm sick of waitin'
So I hit papi asking for a favor
If he can front me baggies
to this?
Is America just that pissed?
The world is really run by d*cks
His Bentley’s in the parking lot, see if you can meet him
Making a trademark a week
metal
So let the dust settle
Was already bad enough
Y’all getting bodied
By a man with the Midas touch
‘Cause I’m just to slick
The crew sick
Ima spit so
you trying to do
She loving the crew and ain't fucking with you
I go where the hood niggas get into it
I go where the bad girls go shop
Every window
praying for the case to drop
You were praying to drop panties
We two people cut from different cloths
Drip in different fabrics
Shop out in Rome and Milan
in turn for
She is more than a president
She a lifetime Dynasty
And did you want to f*ck wit what she got going
With her franchise
Part of the team
dead
He goes by many names, but the end result is the same
But the liquor store is the same game
Who sold them booze to the Whos in Whoville?
You give
and he needs a home as well
Them man just lost a phone as well, that's another rack to Broski's girl
You know the crew's fire, amount of sticks I lost I
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
Of narcissistic traits
cll the gaslighting and envy
It's driving me insane
So many special snow-
Flakes, entitled to your praise
What the f*ck would you
Want me
on
You get a three minute glimpse of the icon
Your best rapper two-steppin to my song
When he don't know, he ask I write for him
Jersey lights, that's
At the house only
Saved your money and your love for your spouse
A true testimony
Ride or die by my side saying "F*ck The Police"
Pistol on your lap
You ain't
the streets
Don f*ck it up
..you going places
I hope you know that
You ain't regular
You far from basic,
I tried to tell you as a kid
That you were
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
Headed straight for the dream like alley-oop to Shaq
Got the liquor in the back
The money in the bank
Two top twins call it Ash plus Cate
Now I'm on my way
a master plan
Open up shop
And be a master in
Everything you do
Be firm when you stand
You don't need a crew
Cause they'll probably call the man.
Boy I
over you
Live from a crater it was a booth
Woah, coming live from the dark side
Drive bys we don't park rides
Cut ties where a snake lies
If you be
death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories
goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA
it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA with your bae, chuck up the deuce
Feelin' like I
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
a notch or two or watch my crew murder ya
Yo hold the phone, tone niggas like That's raps are prone
To dissasemble members only who think they're grown
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
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