Lyrics:
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (shake it) shake it (shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. face with the Oakland booty)
Baby
like them other guys, scorching hot like the summertime
Get inside, temperature is high, I’ma hurricane and I just arrived
I’m taking this music by
Little Girl Voice) He once was a thug from around the way.
Eazy, but you should(Eazy-E Interupts with)
Bitch, Shut the fuck up.Get the fuck out
Lowkey, I know homies acting like Lokis
Okay, I just need to figure out who to Thor away anyways, uh
Take 'em by storm like a hurricane
Typhoon 8, every
The fuck is that I need to wash my lips
Girl you're nasty as hell you're no longer my wish
Like the old me you won't be ever miss
I catch you by surprise
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (shake it) shake it (shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. face with the Oakland booty)
Baby
He's just a little skinny, little Jew who gives Irish goodbyes
He's already picked his cloud out in the sky
He's living zeitgeist maybe because he's
and all my friends like
To knock 'em back and raise a little hell
We ain't looking For no trouble
But we give it back double
If you spoiling for a fight
its ours
Espionage
Consider it a privilege to step where I walk
Citizen get it its a treacherous cost
Give em just little bit I bet you he soft
Make em
time little Layzie let 'em know now.
Take it to the streets and let the pump, pump go pow!
Take my style, let me show you how I go wild.
Now you playin'
want to go to hell though
I been out here hustling trying to get dough
Got da game in my vein won't change
little homies on the street know my name
Imma Flush'em
And by the wayÂ
Assi saare rap game de darbaar meÂ
Don't mind ye khiladi saare andhe, aajaÂ
see that dude in the middle with a crown
But that shit don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives 'em a hint not to step in my path
To police, I'm sayin', "Fuck you punk!"
Readin' my rights
Ay Check'a you be on your shit? Mm, hell yeah
These bitches love the way you drip? Mm, hell yeah
I heard that pussy has some grip, Mm, hell yeah
at the end of the street
Cord a little tight for the poor boy to breathe
They named him Blue, after Ben Billy Blue
He'll pray to the messiah and follow
need you to shake your little ass 'n' hips
I need you to grind like your working for tips
N give me what I need while we listen to prince
Coz miss you
in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little
me can drink some Hennessy
Then we get it on
Mad women wantin to bone Sean combs
Sippin on Patron
Speeding we be leanin
Got em feeling
And when I give
I'm manuevering
Buddy I done it I did it I'm doin
I shimmer and shake like a vivid illusion
Better give me a break and I split em in two with it
Too in
serving a life sentence
Even if I'm going to hell I'm gonna make an entrance
Yeah let em know I'm getting cheese like omelets is
But I'm the toast
me?
So what? You blowing up just a little,
They knowing you a little,
Don't give a finger in the middle
'Cause little nigga, you would never be
Without
Pick 'em out the panic, a little manic 'cause I gotta be
Frantic, I'ma jam it 'cause I'm an oddity
Down for the trackin' like I'm grabbin' at my
time
Give me a little bit of me time
In the meantime
Why you tryna run from your problems
You can never solve em
You can never dodge em
Keeping you
he'll marry the boss' daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water
Who'll give him a peck
And call it a kiss
And look in his eyes through
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