Lyrics:
take a mile grab em up
Paint a ten clear coats to make it shine
Make me circle through the neighborhood 55 times
With my gas tank full, drank
your favorite man
Thomas Crown, a.k.a. (freaky) Timbaland
I keep 'em twelve deep in the full motion van
Mamis betta not speak unless I say they can
your favorite man
Thomas Crown, a.k.a. (freaky) Timbaland
I keep 'em twelve deep in the full motion van
Mamis betta not speak unless I say they can
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
gets the chedder
To the way back days
Where the Half Ounce lays
Gun tucked by the nuts
As the one time struts
Gets my bail on cause I ain't tryin'
found it
(Uh uh uh)
(Uh uh uh)
(Uh uh uh)
Work on myself full time
(Uh uh uh)
(Uh uh uh)
(Uh uh uh)
Work on myself got me feeling like a killer
Queens
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
I'm grimy, you ghetto
I'm the bow, you the arrow
I'm the shell, you the barrel
I'm a pimp, you a player
I'm dope, you the hustler
I'm a nine, quiet
coke prices the port
As hot as gram you can get it by the
Gram still getting blow off
Till static call me to the studio to show off
Yo easy this is easy
to Melody
I know a lil fox by the name of Alice
Look like she got a black heart call it full of malice
But really she a scene queen seekin' arrangements for
meadows
‘Til haunted by the overarching silhouette of stilettos
Achilles heel stirs up Mai Tais, in sheer lace top thigh highs
God, time flies when
Split in a second
Champion style shine Within to the outer glow
Air activation prepare to Repower my flow
Ministry is full time my Ministry is in realtime
these gray girls, two at a time
With no discretion, to me you're so depressin
Actin like you don't know, my profession
I look at them thighs, and look
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
got no choice, or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a Rolce Royce
Rollin' deep
name Nel
First letter C, last letter L
Six hundred fly by, what the hell?
V-12 full detail, sittin' on Sprewell's
Who in? Can't tell, too much tint
A bunch of fantasies and all of my dreams
(Ya)
Smoking on a cart and it's full of THC
(Woah ooo ooo ooo)
You ain't know about the pain I went and Turned
I grew up with UGK beating from the back row
Pocket full of stones we was really selling crack tho
Grinding with my niggas fuck them bitches til
choice, or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a Rolce Royce
Rollin' deep through this
real one hundred percent
And hold it down for your team run your game full sprint
Trill is when you never fake, trill is when you real
Chasin' after
streets, there's a hooker
Crafty-ass hoe by the name of brown sugar
Large as a blimp, mad miss wearin garments
like mink coats cuz she cut her pimp's throat
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
whole different time zone
Destination paradise white dimes on
All white suited like, Tony got my mind gone
Table full of
(whoo) rolled on til my mind gone
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