Lyrics:
now, uh (My ho now)
I'm fuckin' her friend, she give me a threesome
And now that bitch callin' me "bro" now, uh (bro now)
I woke up with three
Tap in and get tapped out
Beer run in a keg drought
Frat party I cleaned house
Tag team and your man's down
Three, two, and you man up
We're going for
maybe should've poured two fours
Three shots down what I'm gonna do who knows
Ain't nobody gon' mess with me
They testing me
She gon' get the best of me,
my best to never ever let it get me in my bag
At the times we prey
If I'm very looking sad prolly cause a sacrifice never working like a fast
I guess you deserve a song
since every boy I've ever liked got one
Or two
Or three
Or even four
If you hurt me, you can get one more
I guess you
done and get a dub
Two, run the room like you in tune
Three, don't fuck with me or you gon see
Four, we don't show no love to no hores
Five, we only ride
choices
It's all these damn voices
This shit just gets annoying
And they start to get annoying
Then they start destroying
And then they start toying
With
And all my homies gonna ride today
And all these mami's look fly today
And all we wanna do is get by today, hey
We're gonna have a good day
And ain't
through here you need a pass when you come by get yo shit snatched
Lil bitch you want possession gotta pay to get it back
Living life we at war I say bitch
I'm so so far
And it's 3am in my car (and I keep dreaming bout)
And we're so far apart (and I keep dreaming bout)
You know one touch could get you high
[scratched]
"Get off the mic and get off the coke!"
"On the count of three"
"1...2..."
"one for the cuervo, two for line"
"Get off the mic and get
Funny though people don't usually get so ugly 'til they think
They know what they want
Scratch your own head stupid
Count up to three
Roll over
nigga think they could fuck around
Real niggas do real things
By all means, niggas knowing how we get down, it goes
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up,
cold blooded
Cause we can't get a fair shot
We did in 20 years for dime rocks
Three strikes and shit for niggas and the rod doles
Not for
Crooklyn, session
Take it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun
Press your luck, you get stuck by Buck
For your bucks, Masta Ace, has the taste
For ducks, and duck
smothered by the other kind
No so divine so I heard it through the grapevine
Sent the feds out to get mine
Time yo-yo to go Bronco in 90-91
Laughin' while
As we go a little somethin like this, hit it
Now let's get this party, started off the right way
Ow and ho I think the crowd might say
When we're
I'm the dead body creepin' through the streets on the East side
Took about 3 shots, victim of a homicide
Do a drive by in a second
Leave ya all
Transmitting live via satellite
(uh, yeah... who we be) hah
The one's two's (we be the next man, to get wreck and)
to the three's, to the four's,
they wasn't waiting on me
Had to pull up on the scene gas tank on E
Pullin' bitties by the 5's and the 3's
If a nigga got a bag he best to bet it
in the streets, just get outta my way
All 3 of my best friends, they hurt me
They say God gotta plan, so I guess friendships wasn't workin' (Wasn't
[Verse 1] Welcome to the land of misery Where my delivery strikes with madness Hearts explode from a touch of the 44 blastin (Party) By the killas
I'm in the elevator
Going up to the top floor, look how we elevated
What, you don't know the brand by now? You better get educated
Take both of my
Sense this urgency
Cause I don't wanna get high alone
So take this Ecstasy
They must be J3T's
Sense this urgency
Cause I ain't tryna get down alone
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