Lyrics:
the Ku Klux
I just got it and I already need a tune up
I'ma get rich or die trying like I'm Fifty
This Drac' will make a nigga dance just like he
She twice my age
Everytime she hit me up she send a picture with her page
I ain't tryin to fall in love I ain't tryin get engaged
You can meet me
her lil’ nigga
I’ma get on my pinion and rack a lil’ nigga
I’ma put some more diamonds all up on my jewelry
When I cop a new pendant, they ain’t taxin’
at me now'
Hey Mr. DJ (Hey Mr. DJ)
Can you play my favorite song (will you play my favorite song)
I heard it say it's gonna get better
We gon' make
I'll dick 'em and holla
Ridin' these hoochies like they some heavy ass Chevy Impalas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For my profit, pick my Glock up
dopefiends
Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up?
You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up
[Chorus]
[Lil Jon: repeat 2X]
You scared,
I’m a Leo baby, she a Cancer
Damn Lil’ Sleep pull your pants up
Tell em’ get it how you live man, back up
I’m on 580 with a bad one
Damn Lil’ Sleep pull
back lay back and watch my raza get attacked
Homie I know you got me fucked up?
So imigrante in the rap scene
And a dreamer by the law
So I'm standing
the eraser
I don't discriminate I flip a bitch too
She got to be eliminated I kill a bitch too
She her hair fixed by my sister she lost she gonna get her
fresh, I'm on my Mr. Clean (Yeah)
I'm straight up outta city where you'll get smoked like some nicotine (South Brooklyn)
Rest in peace to Black Rob, this
back
Mrs mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up
She let me hit, straight from the back
And oh, I think I love that bitch
I think I love that bitch
I
a naughty girl, I pull up on lil' baby rocking Nautica
She begging me to put it on her face, I told her, "Not again" (not again)
I go wherever the fuck I
I try to let go we end up on the floor
And you try to leave when I need you the most
Sometimes I wonder what we holding on for
Then you climb
whip we bump, homie, stand up
We back on the block, get your hands up
You're dazed up and baked up
One little hit from the kush, you're spaced out
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
hang up and place you call again baby
Mr. telephone man
there's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number
I get a click every time
say I'm suicidal
I might come turn up your trap
I got star power
I might get you wet then send your moma some flowers
I get paid by the pound, not
dummy brick, I compressed it together
Before he came already had a tester together
Think you gon' get one up on me? Never
I up the gun on whoever
My best
trying to get a nutt
Thought it was love seems like it turned to lust
Tell me what's up, baby am I wasting my time?
I would love to get with you, and have
ugh
Over
Over
Over
OVER
Every good lie has a lil truth in it
Like every bad bitch got a lil youth in em
I get established i could get a few million
think you are?
Mr big stuff, you're never gonna get my love
Now I know all the girls I've seen you with
I know you broke their hearts and eat them up bit
get up, open supermarket
All I see is flour and biscuit
Me cyaan' get no flour inna brown paper bag
Say, all I see is the plastic bag
Mr. Chin
fuck you up
Had to disappear for a while shit got a lil' hot
Guess who's back on the block
Mr. Big Stuff laid back in the cut
One hand on the burner
Concocted the shit up in my lab
With Mr ski up in my head
Bringin' on the Aftermath
You can see the stars runnin' from the sky
Tryin' to get away from Dr dre
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