Lyrics:
"whatcha doin'?"
He says "I'm just walkin' on down by the pierside."
He says "what's up?"
He says "I gotta gig for ya"
He says "ya gotta gig for me?"
remember all the times was in them hotels bagging up
And I ain't with all that acting stuff he got shot acting tough
You should see they face everytime I
pictures and the cars and the wallets
He wants them big things like them ?Tits? and ?Dolly Partons?
Got mad bodies, ?Roy is hotter than Cochran?
Besides
'em all when they try to kill my vibe!
I am the bad, the good God, the last the hood got
The last that would try to pass a good job
If Shawn's
pockets
I want the kid's pictures and the cars and the wallets
He wants them big things like them ?Tits? and ?Dolly Partons?
Got mad bodies, ?Roy is
mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
An independent
Paul Fireman, I got 'em on fire man
He ain't been this hot since AI was signed
Now a nigga talkin' to Kenyon Martin
Shawn Marion, shit I might be
show
Visualized your demise middle finger for you bro
Yeah bish you got the views
Popping up shit you don't pay up your dues
23 Years and im making
on
And imma die a legend niggas gone remember Shawn
Buh they won't know it till I'm long gone, dead and gone
Niggas tryna do me wrong
Mucho Caliente
I'm
put it to ya boy
Hope you got the scoop
Biggie Smalls, the rap genius
I keep the glock by the penis, the cleanest cut
Fuck the sluts with the big
The priest is like, "God's got him
He never did nothin' to nobody but them boys shot him"
Brandish iron, outlandish buyin'
Bentley Coupes, not braggin'
of the question, stop the guessin
it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin
My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got
Shawn Kemp Nah Fa Real Nah fa real
I throw up b's and keep one on the hip
Nah Fa Real
I'm just saying
Don't you say my name
Bitch I'm known to get it
Brand new 24s on the Chevrolet
I wash 'em up everyday
How do you like my wheels (my wheels)
Check out my wheels (wheels)
HEY!
[Shawn Jay]
Now everybody
(Banger)
What up, nephew? Man, you know what it is
I wanna start this jawn just by sayin' man, I'm so proud of you, man
But after that, it's all
again.
Bruce: I don't see where you get steamed, I mean, if the truss was gonna...
Nicko: Why I got steamed up Bruce is because he fucked me right up
didn't pick her up. (Huh)
cnd this one is for the nerd that often stiffens up (Yeah), because he's led by the pressure tryin' different stuff.
cye you
you
Know I ride at night
I been thuggin since dry rice
Wodie I ain't right
I got my chopper in my trunk
And my vest wit me i'm bout to go scoop up
Lil
[Chino XL]
Puerto Rican superhero!
Yo, XL eternal my journal, Sojourner, Nat Turner
Cop murdered by the certain burner turned in the back of his sternum
He
a hot jit I think I need me Ice Spice
Said you can lose any bitch at the right price
They saying Shawn damn you can up at the right time
Got these bitches
to Departed man it's up to you
What I mean is ain't nobody gonna fuck with you
When I expose the fact that you a rat hold up look I got a lot of stress
he all up in the gym and he done got on his lil Buffy
I keep a 40 on me bitch, I aint doing all the fussy
Drinky acty acty bitch I don't fuck with
block like A
Team in a black truck
Gats tucked shirt bulgin’ like I
Got a fat gut
Bang a snake ass nigga soon as he rattle
Bang hard like Shawn Kemp when
cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi
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