Lyrics:
at the malls with her friends
Material girl, living in a material world
But it's all right cause it's Saturday night
So mister funkmaster, pump the bee gees
with her friends
Material girl, livin' in a material world
But it's alright 'cause it's Saturday Night
So mista funkmaster pump the Bee Gees
And all you
like they Adam Sandler
All them niggas do is click
Ayy, drac a F&N or the K
Either way yo shit get flipped
Get no fuck about no bitch
All I know is tote
through the sky we don't need wings at all, Angels are falling
All night touch me right, more like, F*** my life up one night
Spark my fire alive, I'm
real ass nigga from the east bay
?w-e-l-l-t-e-p-are-o-o-f?
For the niggas who kid yourself by losin' your fuckin' death
Bloaw! bloaw!
Cap, we do it
Honey
Dip Slip To The A.M. What Is That You're Saying?
You Think You Start Praying It's Not A Game You're Playing
Pump One Pump Two Listen
in love with a whore
Get the front ends upfront
Won't pull to we're sure
Get the back ends round back
Count it up by the shore
Just me and my gang
coulda blind me
Grimy
Wake you out ya sleep with one ninety
Gemzstar with the Nemstar, buck ninety
Come try me
Punk, the pump right by me
You
clinging to this f-ing n I brought this bitch for static
if I squeeze it at your cabbage only God can intervene
Run that bag up we got it by any means
I
much to me
I took my wrongs
I proved them right
By God I might
Grab the mic
Attention please
Picture me
On the stage
Listening to history
Live
real is made to ramble
"A Dangerous Mind," I'm a prime example
[Chorus]
[Black Thought]
Superfans want to run up on me sparkin the ground up
You
grace
Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face
Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em
I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano
funkmaster pump the Bee-Gees
and all you college students bring your ouijas?check the spellin,
R E--F U G E--E get the cd from Sam Goody he he
You ain't even
late my
Eyes start looking oriental
And this pen is so temperamental, it's mental
I get money but you still see me in a rental
Shaking the petrol pump
How you wanna beef uh you ain't got no funds nigga
Tryna tweak with F-O-G you must be smoking runtz nigga
Say you in the streets uh boy you sound
dick
Bust a clip while I'm twisting a spliff
Ya man Dae could give a fuck less, I'm letting it rip
They all think I'm dead, when they see me they gonna
tasty
Dead feds in my closet cause they tried to chase me
November the 29th, I bust open my mommas cock
Pussy hole addicted to drinking, now I'm addicted
Anasthetic
Never give a f what always Meant it Stayed authentic, kept it
Will y'all know the deal? I'm Feeling' disrespected
Yo, let me cook for a minute Been
but blow me down I doubt it kid, or
get yo' ass
whooped behind what ya mouth did. You need more "Hail Mary's" than a
catholic,
yo ass ain't
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
These niggas nigga po as fuck and hoes
On god got to show these niggas
What the fuck going on nigga ya hear me
On God
These
by a fucking tech
Rat tat to the tat tat, I'm a take him out of his memory
For ridin my nuts and tryin to stick me with delivery
Loose lips, sink
soul, not a shoe, let me roll, not appeal
No reveal on the ear 'cause it way too hard to come by (pick it up)
Give to me, myself and I, multi
Waitin'
Richie b
Breezo he with me he ain't come to play
Ps9 Remember them days Breezo, Bda can't forget about K
Get off your knees what the f is a eighth
N mad
You wanna see your little girl grow up?
I gave you Tariq, I gave you Tommy's warehouse
You want me to drop a body on him too?
Nah, I got Egan
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