Lyrics:
In the country see me skatin'
On my chrome lookin' good
You fuck with my bitch and I'm a shoot up ya hood
Still leather and the wood that's
In the country see me skatin'
On my chrome lookin' good
You fuck with my bitch and I'm a shoot up ya hood
Still leather and the wood that's
niggas
Nah
Gas on deck
She give me head on the jet
I feel like a vet
Yeah
Pick up the tec
Emcee gon twist up the check
And aim at ya vest
If you don't look
time
To get low though
Pop out, hop in the whip
And there go my shorty
Yea she look fire
Pass me that forty
Then she get goin
Ya we dip, them police is
and hypnotized by the piece swingin back and forth from Queens n****z
We thug ya party out lock down the bar section
We never check our coats, 'cause we got
where its going Can you cut alil slack?
Nah
The way you love me got me feelin like I'm feeling high
Remember talkin bout our feelings lookin at the sky
(I want you, baby, You hear me?)
(Do you hear me, baby?)
Now this girl went let up
And I was fed up with all this crap
So I brought another honey home
low
Gettin' the paper, I'm gettin' the dough like I'ma baker
They feelin' me flow, I'm Naughty By Nature
I'm ballin' so hard like I'ma Laker
From head
"Ooh hoe, don't call me no mo',
How in the fuck can I let you know,
That I'm a motherfuckin' troop!" (Aw yeah, word 'em up!)
Now that ought a tell ya
me see ya bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce
Ima Work hard so I make Shit count
Do it real good and he like to hear me talk
Seductive in his ear got
leave me...
Please don't leave me...
Awl alone...
Aye, aye, aye, aye...
Some ah ya'll may know my lady,
She keep them clubs packed,
When you hit the bar
knee
Im like a linebacker don't run it by me
My two best friends will accompany me
And right now they are in my dungarees sleep
One name Mac one name
Everyone lost, but not me cuz I'm self-taught
Everyone gone No real EMCEE's when I hear them talk
I never thought It will come down to the time we lost
Oh
room and I can hear dem voices
Dem demons in my head talkin bout you got choices
These niggas out here talkin bout who the loyalists
If you gotta talk
Ay Twine you a fool for this one
Yeah
And it's ya man Unkle Samm
I'm in my zone everyday every night
Another couple shots bout to get me right
When he be walking wit' his girl a nigga gotta look, gotta look
(You, you, got)
What you hear me talkin' bout, you just ain't gon find out
on the coast of Mexico
Young kid badino
Smooth talkin lingo
Different El comino
Holler I don't mean to
Grew up with a small fuse
Due to what I been through
By
You people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors
And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking
Maybe once ya tip me and it makes ya feel
hoe I love to hit it
She be coming by so commuted
She listenin to me throw shots thru my written
She love smokeinn with me like that blunt hittin
Im
hear anything and get back to ya
Ahh fuck, somehow i feel guilty. filthy
I wanna kill me. she was a good girl really
Search parties goin out all over
Uh huh, yeah
Cluminati..
Q.B. (New Mobb Deep)
For the year 2G
(Best of Queens)
Niggaz know what the fuck I'm talkin bout
If they don't hear
won't fade away
Let's see what trouble I can cause today
There's something in my DNA that makes
Me feel like I'm insane
If you're talkin shit, I'm
and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin' but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And you can hear me from the trucks
and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin' but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And you can hear me from the trucks
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