Lyrics:
underwear
For all the girls I might take home
I got the Johnson's baby powder and the Polo colonge
Fresh dressed like a million bucks, threw on the Bally
My name is Wizzle! Wizzle F!
Wizzle F baby! Ahh!
And Lojack, what’s good? Ayy Ayy, Jack?
These niggas don’t know money, man
Not like us, dawg! Uh uh
[DMX]
Uhh (huh) yeah, it is what it is
Yah'mean? We untouchable baby
[Chorus: Syleena Johnson]
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made
English, I'm mikey, wayne vanish
I go by weezy f b thass who I be
You don't wanna lose me like new Id
I beat up the track like the new ali
And leaving eye
by a peace treaty
Bound by a peace treaty
[ VERSE 3 ]
Hit the park, bailed out the car
And seen blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are
but to my they straight
Now I'm straight are you straight? I'm straight as long as I got beer
I thought about it jack, and now I'm out of here
Just another day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly cause cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man
But then they'll
got his first
white pussy
But I'm still annoyed blowin through your selenoid
Bringing more Blues to Brothers than Jon Belushi and Dan Akroyd
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea this shit just make you wanna dance huh
Yea
Yea
M F more flames i'm a hot boy
Yea
Yea
Ha
Ha
Ha
Yea, M F more flames i'm ah
Get her JuiceBox wet
Tell her don't stop that
Pick it up drop that
Run it up get a check
Ima just smoke on that gas
Smoking on exotic gas
Ima go get
where we go
By the evening we catching vibes
Hmm hmm
We wake up in the morning just chill and relaxin
Grab a six pack
And listen to Jack Johnson
The only
a positive mind
See I'm a light in the dark
You can't stop my shine
Listen, to the Truth
That I'm always spitting
Know that I'm gifted
When I'm about to rip it
of this?
The makings of the perfect bitch
A ghoul at night, I roll like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper
New jack who this (Who), please stop callin' me (Yuh)
New pack, blue cheese (Yuh), I just want all the weed (I just want all the green)
Few stacks,
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
as my credit can vouch
A dog couldn't catch me saying ouch
Tell me who can stop when Dre making moves
Attracting honeys like a magnet
Giving em eargasms
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven!
olive oils
Company Flow fuck please
Bitch put away the fucking piteous punchlines
Blue Blockers break under the red light, belittled by my
kneckless
and even then my pens gonna win its written in stone
as I plot to earn the throoooone man this gotta be home
who gone stop me huh
who gone stop
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
The makings of a perfect bitch
A ghoul at night
I role like Jack the Ripper
Trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper
Mad niggas in this
my pocket, nigga
All them niggas really dead
Sli and F.E the main event
Don't know what you heard (RR)
Fucked two friends at a party, nigga
I am finna
Brizzy Brizzy
Yeah I'm Nino Brown but them niggas call me Brizzy Brizzy
Got the best white so the boys in blue busy
Uh heart pause when they take that hit
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