Lyrics:
no trace
Ridin that D made it feel like a race
One-fifty, my dash gotta get to the safe
Skippa n' Lil Boat
We got hoes by the mixture
Pro low my
oop is phrase that pays me
I spent a whole lotta years keepin it jim
We get our blessings and keep stepping we are not them
When I'm rollin in my ride
I
this is real as it gets
Knick-knack paddywhack give a dog a bone
Bitch, I'm willie jones, you already know
You can find me out where the corn
I party like a rock star, let the Benz fishtail
All out the window, I got it off a fish scale
Rollie with the big face, now I need the gold one
Hot romance we need
We like to get it on --
Do you like to get it on, too?
Well now, what did you have in mind?
Okay: well I get off bein' juked
With
tissue (nigga)
Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through (ha)
You seen us on the ave, anxious to get you
By my penis is a mag, when I lift, it
[Refrain SLKT4]
Pretty hoes on the poles
Make the game go round (game go round)
Get it poppin’ Magic City
KnaI’m talkin’ ‘bout (talkin’ ‘bout yeah)
back
Now it fuck that
You just check
Is me is poppin
You is mad is
Me just poppin
You just check
Is me is poppin
You is mad
Is me just poppin
You just
President
And it's too much to just denounce the decadence
The boy is ill go head and get his medicine
Blinded by all them diamonds
Whining cause he ain't
of the day?
But too much airplay huh?
I'm gonna keep it all underground
Get up get up (woo-hah)
Whattya know about this punk?
Who's hot ? who's not ?
having Fresh Prince stew'
Then I saw it - no, it's not
The big Indiana Jones people cooking pot!
I wanted to fight em, but there was no way to beat em
I
Solar-energized rides, no steerin' wheel, tell it how to drive
No propellers in the sky
Airplanes like mini rockets
Waiting lists for the rich to get tickets
What you mad cause we datin'
Dog, it ain't like that
Bow, you know I got your back
I don't wanna see you get played by no hoodrat
Dog, she ain't
weight, but sometimes its slow
It's up and down like the Dow Jones, shit fluctuates
But my real niggas still keep their stock in me
Feds investigate,
it
Put your hands in the sky i don't rough 'em
I just cuff 'em i ain't bluffin'
No lie call me McGruff
Can't get enough
All this stuff you call crime
Move to a new town
And get lost in your urban jungle
Welcome to the city they say
Welcome to the city they say
Your neighbours are always loud
holdin’ it down !..(Ayeee!)/
I prayed for better days !.. (& what?)
I just been switchin’ my style !.. (Yea!/Word!),
Had to get back in my bag !.. (Uh
of all it's resources Because we keep buying things that don't make us happy
To keep up with the Jones's in an endless pissing contest
To see who has
bouta get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire
Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods
I'm a swisher man 8 in the mornin' you bouta
Get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, You guys is bitches, little girls
to it and I crack codes
Rarely send a riddim back
I ain’t always on my Jack Jones
Same chilling by da Bat phone
Nat snaps da occasion
D pulling for
I was raised by the bayou
That muddy water
I was raised by the bayou that muddy water
Poppin champagne smokin reefer by that muddy water
No sign
see no other option to steer
I'm going out as a legend, you know it, my envious enemies droppin' a tear
You should know I get it poppin' by my name
I can't call it I ain't worried why they hate me
I don't complain about it let me motivate me
If you looking for me you can find me
By the gutter
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