Lyrics:
And who you don't fuck with
'Cause the shit get wild y'all
Keep your mind on your riches, baby
Keep your mind on your riches
9-1-1, it's an emergency
against the wall
Get to actin' like a fool if ain't no justice for the Dogg
Got to take it out on all y'all
Better read the papers, all my homies goin
to bag it up (bag it up)
I like the way you work it
No diggity
I got to bag it up
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby
hatin
Government clone making celebrity pedophiles
Book me for hustling then sit there and let em wild
Full of shit by the mile
Everything bottom file
your fuckin' piggy bank you could get hog tied
Two Ninas on me, you fuck with me them girls goin' wild
Guilty conscience pimpin', make my ho sit
I'm by your side
For one last night
For all of time
A hundred years
A million more
I'm by your side
So come on back to me, oh
Baby when
drive me wild like a roller coaster
I been givin' you my last n' all I ask is for to bring me closure
I'm feelin' lost and alone by myself
Like how they
I’m very truthful when I’m bussin’
Get my point across and minimal cussin’
(You know the deal)
Been lookin' like a wild boy
But I’m really
child
She asked the first guy to have his baby
He looked at her like she must be crazy
He was makin' records and goin' on tour
Twenty thousand people hip
a Bonnie
This the wild crazy life of Groovy Giovanni
And my pockets looking overweight
Your pockets scrawny
Got some foreign diamonds harvested by TV Johnny
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
I'm losing my mind lil baby I'm paranoid
Always gone say it's my fault you see that I'm heartless what are you staring for
Sometimes I sit in
I needed
I hit the road on the weekends to do a show
Ain't ask for money but they
Still gave a lil' dough
Just a bunch of wild kids in the front row
it's gon' be alright
Alright I know it, see I got a child
I know I'm young, but when you left dog, things got wild
I know you probably saying 'damn,
Would you die for this one
Gon' do some crimes with this one Might do some time off this one
Would you hide the pistol
Said you ain't love them other
with embalmin fluid
Shit, I'm goin through it, mom dukes too
Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it
My life is gettin too wild
Hey, yeah, I wanna shoop, baby
Ooh, how you doin', baby?
No, not you
You, the bow-legged one, yeah
What's your name?
Damn, that sounds sexy uh
Here I
For real, chill
Lot of pride in the tribe
Any problems come around, I know they goin' ride
Take you to higher places where my ancestors lie
You can see
body's bangin' (Uh Huh)
Out of control
You put it on me, ceiling to floor
Only you can make me scream and beg for more
Verse 1
Shaggy:
This is for
damage
All the laughing
Everything that happened
Huhhhhuhhhhhh
Baby imma keep it real with you
Imma give it all
We goin through some conflicts
But my spot
somebody stop me?
One on one, I be flexin' like Kyla (bitch)
Fuck with me, I'ma employ the Tommy
Are you triggered or just weak by design?
Baby, my
hated by your bestie
Only thing I can say is sorry
To you as well Mari
New me, I became so wary
Body count goin' up, dirty
Heart breaks, now how many
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
that nigga
That sold you that half-a-cake last week on the set"
You mean that soap for that synthetic dope
That ripped me, that shit that was wet
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