Lyrics:
on a blunt
Givin' high-five is what I want
So I puff a blunt, I don't front
I get spliffed, get a stiff
Then I go hump a stunt
Like a pimp pro
(Nah,
I lost my lucky ball and chain
Now she's four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on
She threw away her baby-doll
I lost my lucky ball and chain
Now she's four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on
She threw away her baby-doll
I
Glow
I play the corner tough
And me and Mase pull puffs on a blunt
Givin' high-five is what I want
So I puff a blunt, I don't front
I get
5-3 contesta el radio
Que te va a marcar el 8
Va a ve' un cambio de frecuencia
Por que se cayo un 28
Mientras nos acomodamos
Hay que estar
Listen, one shot, two shots, three shots oh!
Got us right to the morgue.
Four shots, five shots, six shots, Gees
That's for the wife and the kids!
count to ten before I leave.
One, I still wanna hate you,
Two, three, I still wanna leave,
Four, searching for that door,
Five, then I look into
Counting the seconds while singing the Mississippi's
One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four
Five Mississippi, six Mississippi,
It's love, love
L-O-V-E
Love, love
L-O-V-E
Oh, it's love, love
L-O-V-E
Love'
No rules for foolish hearts
Never looking too hard
That's
the chemist's
Paranoid man in his late thirties
Thirty-two, forty-five
Reaches its summit
Male, mid thirties, white, paranoia
Goes down to the dance
Goes down
lasted through years what we have to do
We finally here, I got 5 showed on the Billboard Live
Doin' songs with Too Short, courtesy of Jive
Front page
only after I've been paid
You're making me laugh
Tell me your killin' joke
Evangelist
End your hoax
God say's have a T.V. show
God say's baby do
the house for the Nineties
[Coko]
Definitely coming on strong, so step to the left
Just to make room for the best
(Hook)
S-W-V (Sisters With
to five it's a job to survive
F--k the lies and connives and all them company bribes
I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd die
I want the whole f--kin pie
Chorus x3
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps
(Juicy J)
5 A-M in the mornin'
Nigga heard them tones pumpin' like
needles
In a thousand covered nerves
Stick pins in my receptacles
Look to your Voodoo doll-your mojo
Staying alive at five
For you to cure my ailments
Well, packin' on back to Jackson
Eighteen-thirty-an'-six
Fifteen wagons an' forty-five orn'ry mules
Packin' on back to Jackson
Workin' the beaver
to offend her
And if you can't keep up,
Then you better shut up
Cause tonight I'm gonna stay out till 5 o'clock in the mornin'
Well I really like you
eye in ya S-5
While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that 'cause' dry
And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)
And don't
see what I mean
I won't take, I won't break (x5)
Seeing fear in their eyes
They won't rest easy until the other dies
You have to be part animal part
and I'm gonna cast in
The ocean of words and pull out a new rhyme
And if it feels good, then I'll do it two times
Or maybe three, four, or even five times
on 125th
She was standing 5'4" with her hands on her hips
She had the clothes on, capris send it to the tip
Body when she walks, she pulled the keys
I got to give
I'm a ghetto nigga dog so I get it how I live
Got money, lock 'em off, fuckers still I got drama
Got two strike dog and five baby
in ya S-5
While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that 'cause' dry
And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)
And don't be
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