Lyrics:
mo macho than savage and livin so lavish,
the cream of the cri-zop this rap game Fly grabs it,
comin so tragic, take measures that drastic,
to victor
It's all good sugary, you ain't leavin
Sit up on my face and help my stash grow even
Whipped cream taste mean from the back
She bounce with LL now
I'm a three time loser, I'm not gonna face 'em,
Shakin', with my hands up on the trigga if I, die tonight,
Remember me nigga,
As a heartless muthafucka,
the cream soda and bourban, puttin in work like service
It ain't no get back punk, my mini spit back chunks
Won't be caught up in no scandal, we gon' handle
girl! If they really knew what we was doin',
I know I probably shouldn't even start to say,
But every time I reminisce it brings a smile to my face
Baileys and cream, living for greed, crazy fiends chasing dreams
Tell me, what's it all mean?
Some people wanta run up their garms and talk fraff
When
Cause cream ain't to be fucked with, and that's the truth this gamology
Better soak it up and be a hundred proof
Cause you can't be the shit, slangin'
deal
Targets make noise like a mutilated seal
Dead with a scared look on they face
1995 it's a cocaine race
The Firm!
Mothafuckas doin that sherm
Slug
Representing from New Orleans and niggas love weight
(?) love making the green
Its all about the cream
Rolling in suburbans with the windows heavily tinted
the freekshow bump face twitch in my eye
Blowin' cane dust all up off the dash
Bullet quick out the yay for that night of cash
Ryden Dirtay
Till I flip this
The eye of the tiger is the cream of the fight!
Rising up to abolish your father, fuck you!
Just a man and his will to survive
I kill you, you eat my
When I was a little boy
I had my special place to get my ice cream
And the lady at the candy store
Was always so nice to me
When I was old
Quick as I pick up the pace
First I see a gurl's butt, then I look at her face
I can't explain
I'm eatin' garlic bread with the steak
We killin wit
on the drink while I'm puffing on the green
I'm trying to debate weather the cherrys or the cream
Unplugged your phone
The pagers gone
Don't take me wrong
I'm
and home of the brave
And someone has to pay
So put a little face to that name
Look into his eyes and pray for the rain
Here him laugh, hear him cry
Hear him
Rotting on the vine is not glamorous,
But it will be contagious.
I'll spoil the home
If I've got to go
Back to the bone.
First your face cracks.
all over the ends
Most of my friends
'Nuff of these girls have this whole persona
Miss Coca-Cola
Shape like a bottle, face like a model
But your
Drop it now
Can you drop it now and watch the crowds go wow
Step up to the mike and rock it real tight
Don't waste full cream but never skim
Rider til the death, you can call me old fashioned
Sexy, fly and no dispute
She the cream of the crop, and that's absolute (Absolute)
[Chorus]
She
rollin' down valley in Cali
In a candy lowrider (In the candy lowrider)
Little kids on bicicletas
Lickin' on paletas
That they got
From the ice cream man,
Here she comes down, as her wings get nailed to the ground
- A polaroid of shame
The last angel's pathetic fame
The face of deceit with nails in her
*POINT BLANC*
Representin' hip hop on this side of the planet my homeland Malaysia
South East Asia risin' straight up in yer' face
The chinky eyed yellow
We stepped the coroner theft law from the Bronx New York
Holding a pitchfork for cream
Eyes on high beam, 13
Cooking up coke, selling
a problem that I face, of time and time or place and place
Whenever they're coming they're bringing it back
And hippity-hoppiting and jumping the bass, say
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