Lyrics:
mula, gotta get that cottage cheese
We helpin' the kids get out the streets, no more poverty
If she don't cop an attitude, she gettin' lingerie
I'll do
bros heard the news, know it's on the timeline
Years go by and I'm only getting older
Getting less letters, visits get slower
Music on my mind, my
hope my people get hip
Stop killin off each other, let's get this grip
And as years went by, my n*gga kept his game in gear
He moved to Atlanta, I
get the city hot,
I’m walking by my opps I hit a diddy bop,
You are not a rapper you should get a job,
Been moving like a ghost I feel like Big or Pac,
Yo, on the M-I-C right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my Man Scoob Lover on the side of me
Dj Mister Cee on the wheels
ladies walkin' by
They want some pictures and shit
So I figured I'd get up and
Give 'em something to wild about
Living my best life
That's what this smile
deny
Twelve steps to recovery, or else you die)
Yeah, this is for you and I
Fly, pelican, fly
Fuck trying to get by
Or we can put that bullshit
Many try to jock our love, like who we turn into?
Ladies back up, a checking is what she finna do
And I'll follow up, my stance sick w/ that
1
2
Go DJ
Cus I'll pull up on your whip and I'll pull up on your crib yea
I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up
Cus I stood up made it drip and lil Rayvus take
knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash, slash and when I trash I bash
I get ill I chill but you don't know the half
I trip I rip
knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash, slash and when I trash I bash
I get ill I chill but you don't know the half
I trip I rip
knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash, slash and when I trash I bash
I get ill I chill but you don`t know the half
I trip I rip
was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)
Cocaine
Eyes bloodshot red underdressed but I'm here
Cash a ticket get a meal I'll make a mill and disappear
How you feelin that's your business my ambition got
gotta stay fresh (like I 'pose to)
Don't tolerate that stress(like i 'pose to)
I'll punch a bitch in the breast (in the chest)
I caught up with this ho
x2]
[Snoop Dogg]
We gang-bang on these niggas like we 'posed to do
And I'll be damned if I let a bitch get close to you
We posted Boo, you, my,
stressin over chicks - problem?
Bet I solve it fastly
We gangbang on these niggas like
We 'posed to do and I'll be damned if I let
A bitch get close to you
all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cause once I blow, they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band
So I get off
all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cause once I blow, they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band
So I get off
Measure the laughter and joy
I brought his easily
A piece of paper isn't easy to me
I paint a quick picture that I can get ya
It's Debbie but Deb is my
One thing on my mind
What up? Tell me what it’s like
And I’ll tell you what I like
Like, kisses at night, wine a little white
Time to get a bite,
generatin' some peace
By generatin' some heat shit's crackin' it's a beast
Get gutter, won't stutter
Rhymes sharper than a box cutter fresh out the box
in the crowd and get with the fight
I hit a nigga off in the head with a chair
The reason for that, the motherfucker he was standing there
Then DJ
finna teach y’all a lesson
CW khalil that’s the name nigga
Remain solid you know I’ll never change nigga
Get it on my lonely and I don’t komplain
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