Lyrics:
get me wrong (nah)
They don't listen to the words in the song (uh-huh)
We ain't gotta tell 'em, we just getting ready (yeah)
See 'em fronting, we
get me wrong (nah)
They don't listen to the words in the song (uh-huh)
We ain't gotta tell 'em, we just getting ready (yeah)
See 'em fronting, we
goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA
tonight
(Let's get it)
Yo, uh, pro, proctólogo, ponte cómodo
Si estoy en el bolígrafo, no existe nada, solo yo
Mi' cromosoma' forman parte del
get by on your own that don't mean that it's better
Why I keep a chosen few it's for the stormy weather
This way I can make it through and can handle
though
You can make a career out of your dick
How did you think of that
I just thought, I got into this game by having a girlfriend
Really
Yeah, me and my
PEACES
My killas trained to shoot when they see a head nod
You a square bob look like Uncle Tom
Flexin wit dem chains you gone get yo ass robbed
Got yo
You get on occasion at the other party
As a game 'n it seems I gotta start to explainin'
Bust it
You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello
You
your wife, ya heard me?
Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic
Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick
She be my last pick, I got
your girlfriend hired
But if you don't mind I'ma keep you on call
We above the law, we don't give a fuck 'bout y'all
I got dogs that'll chew a fuckin'
make sure that you bleach them dishes
(Aye yea yea yoo!)
Believe you can and you can really get it
(Aye yea yea yoo!)
Steve Urkel breakin in, I did it
Girl I know you one of the few who
Bob and weave she been tried and true too
Bitches be lessons and you a blessing
And I heard that ya stressing so
to Texas up to Washington
Then headin' home to wash some clothes and do it all again
Gotta head to Chattanooga, Knoxville, and to VA
To by god West
to speak your mind
Afraid you'll get rejected
By some strangers on the internet
Whose lives are all pathetic
I was surrounded by people who
Just pretend
on
Producer never got time for no excuses, gotta go beyond
My flow is tom-foolery
I smoke these pork rappers so fast they call me charcuterie
I beautifully
comin' with your shit raps
You man are get bitch-slapped, by some bitch that I bitch-slapped when I was high on a spliff
And a six pack, and a bitch back
girlfriend - stop!
Hold up I ain't in no kinda rush to grow up
so slow up I'm just playing the game
I'm warning you girl before you get involved with me
I ain't never liked you
I'm rich as hell, I'd never fight you, I'll have somebody snipe you
My doggy Lucky on the edge, holdin' on by a thread
Just
doing no favors
Gotta go stupid and go slap crazy
When I get big no the money won't change me
Counted me out because they hate me
But I'm gone keep
See my girlfriend say I got a chick on the side
Baby you know I, got it out the mud hitting licks on the side
Baby you know I, I don't really wanna
Let's shift gears for a minute
And talk about New York
City i actually get in
Arguments because people say
Nicki doesn't rep New York i say "What do
Will Ferrell I crashed the boat
Sayonara baby girl gotta go
Walk on all fours like I'm the goat
Uh oh he caught shells pistachio
Make lots of cheese
you walk by girl I do a double take
You rolling on the vet yeah rolling on the dodge
I wanna see if you can dodge my garage
Your girlfriend's tight but
up
Can't trust nobody, can't let 'em get me caught up
Get up in my way he gon' get his head bust
Bob their head to my music, but don't feel my pain
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