Lyrics:
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It ain't nothin' going on
Where the party at? (It ain't nothin' but a
Party, y'all, come on, party over here)
Up in here (Hey, hey hey party
at the game, they gotta be slaves
This shit ain't never gon' stop
Niggas turn rats, you thinkin' like, "How was he raised?"
I used to trap in the rain, thank
The year's boutta change
Think of who done changed up the years
Sure we got gifts and the snow songs
But think of where matter done came from
It
niggas greasy because I'm built like that
Bury niggas easy 'cause they get kiled like that
If you ain't in it wit me than you in my way
But either
They ain't got empathy for me
They stare at me
They use my couch when they needed the therapy
Took what they needed but never took care of me
They
like Cuba Gooding good to me
Nah I ain't made enough yet to get my boys out the hood
But once I do y'all niggas ain't gon' be able to say nothin' to me
gang, they ain't let me crash in flames
Sure would've been a shame if I just died with just street accolades (but I'm alive)
Buckle down, harder,
sick, man
Young A.I. and we crew thick, man
Difference between me and you is you be bricklin'
And I ain't never ever done that before (no)
Ye ain't
[Verse 3]
You know what he said man? he got smart with me
He said call the mortuary, order some flowers
You quit your game but we ain't never quit ours
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
[Kaveo]
Bullshit ain`t nothin
You see we gone keep this thuggin
and mean muggin jump until it`s a done deal
You see E-40 and Sick Wid It bring the real
all he`s used to
Playtex rubber dishwashing gloves and residue, Biotch!!!!
(Hook)
[Kaveo]
Bullshit ain`t nothin
You see we gone keep this thuggin
stupid
What
Biznite is you stupid
What he he he what
Because your nothin' but a sack chasin' cock tastin' biznite
You're never gonna amount
nothin but he's holdin the mic
Fuck with me, and boy you're doomed
I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room
Cause I'm the coldest MC on a microphone
made of
Already lost a stripe 'cause I know what you afraid of
We both know you pussy, but I ain't gonna say nuttin'
Just hit a nigga off, and you can
made of
Already lost a stripe 'cause I know what you afraid of
We both know you pussy, but I ain't gonna say nuttin'
Just hit a nigga off, and you can
I love my ho
Never leave home with out my sugar, I'm hafta plug a nigga
Mama told me not to trust no punks
And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me
admitted to us Santa fake
So Kid Vishis just ran away poutin'
Now I gotta go and console him
He wasn't nothin' but a spoiled little boy then
Little naive
could just drop me off at the house
Cause I ain't ready to die about nothin like this
He-he-he-he-he-he
Everythang cool my nigga, you could just drop
, me and him
We couldn't plan business (Never ever)
It's all good
'cause I heard he fuckin' with mad bitches
(Faggot)
And he told on that body with
on to nothin' and nothin' seems to last
It's so good to know that love still remains
Ain't you glad that some things never change?
Yeah, same as the sun keeps
to Harvey
(Dude, you know I ain't runnin')
That swing from Hugh is never too far from me
Yeah you know they all call me Harvey
But my girl ride me like
shit here was destined for me
Fuck who he is, what he done, fuck what he said nigga lyin'
If I ain't see it that ain't mean nothin'
These niggas be
at the competition, when you lose it's done
But never point the finger, that's the rule of thumb
'Til my day in the grave, my plots is rhyme schemes
To the bass I'm
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