Lyrics:
a big boy like Luscious Left Foot
That's why I Love You 3000 she got that Sleepy Brown
My ex was blinded by love but I hope she see me now
Like C.B, Busta
Baby you don't even know it, but you're leaving me in pieces
You take, you take, you take me apart
Baby I surrender it's too late for me to get
trying to be the best person
This version of me
But I'm human so one day I know I'll fuck that up
I just need to know you'll be there by me when
The times
versions
Of Tiktokers, I'm just observing
And it's disturbing
Cuz I'm guilty by more than a count
Unreleased music more than I can count
I deserve it
Cuz
me no pickaninny
Big magnum cost a pretty penny
Couple LPs and a couple Diddys
Couple Liv Popes and a couple Iggys
All-white dance get shutdown
a solid triple seven and I ain't betting none
They gon eye you like you lunch but don't give 'em none
This shit get ugly but I ain't letting up
Southside
I'm setting plays up like the Bengals
Got a camera always with me, if he step, we get them angles
I think my second hobby ball cause if he run, I'm
Motherfuck surrenderin', who? What? Where? Let's tear shit the fuck up
The homies coolin' while you and ya chest get fuckin' blew in
Provoke us, survey it
I told her
It get cold where i’m at
Im just tryna warm you up
Where you at?
Send me an eta and a location
Heard you ain’t gotta man
Well we can go
Shit hurt so I gotta high, sometimes that's just how I get by
They ain't care till they seen I was up, being nobody just ain't enough
Where I'm from we
it's me
And I got these bitches
Singing like i'm jodeci
I ain't never gas up a range rover
WHY
Shit cuz I got a range over
But I swear this shit
the crowd
I want more
I've been tryna get my foot out the door
Get on beats 'til I find the right words to record
An encore certified by the ears of the lord,
All you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
Why'all niggas will never get our respect again
Westside
the stream electric pumps in a renovated pub.
Your stomach swells up before you get drunk
The bars are full of male slags
At 10:35 they play "Send In
burn em' in an inferno of rhymes
See I heat up like a furnace at times
I get keyed up my thermometer climbs
Got you feeling a way when I murder a rhyme
I
with your click
Or the Btich ass cops
Xzibits' first LP
It hit your black like crack rock
I'm blowin' up your spot by remote
Mr. Cut Throat
of sweat
The more you sweat, guess what
The luckier you get
I'm Tryna find the coefficient of a constant check
It's probably an ex but her and I don't ever
Mister nigga
Nigga
Stand up if you're a nigga
Stupid nigga Sean, super nigga, uh
Pop, pop, pop, I'm shootin' at your moms
I ain't writin'
and gets blown out of here
Have yourself A-tomic bomb
Now introducing Maisie (Maisie) and on my right Will be
Both of whom are here now represented by
Our
Minute Maid
Dealer sold me a lemon
Damn North just hit a smoove stain
Set up a play get down on it
Ain't kool wit the gang
We came up matching n match
hope it wasn't gas cause I'm about to get up in that ass
You fucked with me first but I should of been the last
Brother word to mother keep them feelings
nothing to lose.
Dr. told me to lengthen the fuse, how they gangsta reporting abuse,
Can't find you in the morning get you by noon, Muhammad cli when I get
an LP
But right about now in 2003
I gotta make one to rock the party
As I change back from DJ to MC
Now it's time to get funky!
For the ladies, for
no abide by law
Won a Pulitzer off the “K…”
Still pulling her off that buss up watch
Cuz you know this piece is timeless
You want the heat?
Come talk
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