Lyrics:
Show me how you do
I wanna shut down the club with you
Hey, I heard you like the wild ones, wild ones, wild ones, ooh-ooh
P-p-party rocker, fo' sho
And BG been my nigga since the front do'
I hope Chopper City Records blow, fo sho'
And me and Juvey never really got along
But you still would let your
the right thing, bitch, like I was Spike Lee
And I might be in a IROC or a 5.0
Or a Cadillac fo sho, layin' real low
Moon roof open with the fin tails
Can I get ‘em? Can I speak the truth?
That, I will do, you know, fo’ sho’, yeah
And I'm a take ‘em all the way there Boo
Mack Maine can I bring ‘em
her from the back I tooo her soul
You ain't know im a real lil haiti baby yea 4sho
(Yea 4sho)
You a rookie baby all I want is pros
(All I want is pros)
Uhh
You are now tuned in to the most immaculate
Now ain't no guy slicker, than this young fly nigga
Got yo bitch doing tricks soon as she come by
tellin
Me they wanted me dead or alive heaven will move me right fo sho
Movin
Eaven'z movie literal ku ku kids in the burbs shootin for the
Youth for
to the essence protestin' my nuts
It's too late to learn a lesson, you restin' sho nuff!
Chorus:
It's hard but gotta come up our, struggle and strive
STILL
Drama
happen behind the door
I like it fast or slow, a freaky chick fo sho
Street life is all I know, hustlin' and stackin' dough
I feel to keep it gangsta,
had your chance to dance
You proved you had no waist to fit in this man's pants
Word to God, I'm back fo' sho'
Hollis Queens gettin' wreck so act
[Chorus 2X:]
I'm at Dope House smoked out, Baby Bash loc'd out
Doin tracks with Charlie Brown when he broke out
He chocked out his C.O., did it on the D-lo
Unpopular by demand I'm the man Sho'Nuff
Not even Saitama himself could withstand one punch
From the man with the iron fists lyrics bash your fronts
While you
I tell you 'Pac introduced me to the UNLV Starter coat
It all started with a Starter coat
Wonderin' why Brenda threw that baby in the garbage fo
on u we can get out boogie on and maybe get a kiss or two
And fo sho ain’t shame in the game that I be statin u could roll with the ghetto or hang with
never ever be a faker, try to make a hit like Anita Baker
In the rap, in the dope game, tryin to make some hits mayne
Fo' sho', gotta let
and that's fo'sho
I be tryina fight but it calls me yo
Please don't change the locks on tha door
Freeze!
Quit cryin' 'cause it ain't yo fault
Blame
been money hungry, moved in
One's five's and ten's was funny money
So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'
Real nigga fo' sho', out in
[Jay-Z]
Fo' sho', everything's for dough now
I flow, y'all gotta pay a little mo' now
It's platinum, nowadays we put the gold down
We stepped it up,
wanna fuck but my pockets say stop
Not cuz they empty I’m just
Greedy for some more
I need some more dough I'ma P-IM-P fo sho
Let me- Let me- Let me talk
so
[Unverified]
Que no se haga loco
No disrespect, but yo woman's the one you need to check
And that's fo sho
See, ho problems ain't no problems
tellin
me they wanted me dead or alive heaven will move me right fo sho
movin
Eaven'z movie literal ku ku kids in the burbs shootin for the
youth for
this nigga could just suck my dick
I feel like we taking over the industry fo'' sho
I feel like this bitin'' wannabe soldiers already know
I feel like
Puttin' Purple In The Soda
Twist This Marijuana
Do You Wanna Fo'sho, Fo'sho
Whippin' In This Rover telling You Come Over
I Got Questions For Ya that
The way you swing it back and forth you got a playa comin back for more (coming back fo sho)
Never ever wanna leave you alone that's why I keep
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