Lyrics:
feel if that if ho looking down
Was something I ain't never thought of
You're unbelievable
Oh baby, you baby, my baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Yeah
Coming down the 'vard
Acting hard, not fraud
Coming through, Poyo gotta yellow broad
Automatic ho, gotta yella ho
Coming through the boulevard, cash, rock,
Coming down the 'vard
Acting hard, not fraud
Coming through, Poyo gotta yellow broad
Automatic ho, gotta yella ho
Coming through the boulevard, cash, rock,
Betty girl, she stay down, keep her on the Greyhound
With that stuff between her legs (bus departing now)
Out of [?] we moving reefer by the pound
a freak
Hit her from the back, turn her bladder deep
Do the triple X when I'm in a freak
Boaw, boaw, knock a ho to her knee
Beat her back down, bitch
(feelin' alright)
Booty shakin', all around (all around baby)
Poured one drink, now I'm gettin' down
On the floor, rockin' to the beat
Ooh-wee, you
baby
Can we get a little weezy?
Swing it around and up and down and up
Can we get a little weezy?
Swing, left, right, left, right, swing, swing, yeah
you don't know what your gift is?
I feel bad for you baby
Oh you don't get the time?
Boy you just lazy
Next time I sit on Santa's lap and he asks me
I'm tired of injustice
I'm tired of the schemes
It's kind of disgustin'
So what does this mean? (daddy)
You kicking me down
I got to get up
fell down in tears, my heart broke, I turned cold
I don't want the girl that I'm in love with doin' ho shit
If she needed cash I woulda loaned it,
think once 'fore to bash me
You don't know me, bitch
This for them gangsters and them bangers locked down in the feds
This for them fast, down to get
bring your ass back
Here unless you bring me a gift, bitch)
The fuck's going on? (Ho bustas) 2Pac, nigga
Niggas who I thought I was down with and shit
a playa by nature, but I'm a hustla by trade
You need to roll with Baby Bash in the Escalade
We big tippers, syrup sippers, bird flippers
I'm the one
spinnin.....my spreewells spinnin spinnin spinnin
now that's me coming wit dem playa made mexicans that's baby
Bash on dat a** thankin presidents some call her
the bully, hit his ass with the fullest
Chase down the bully hit his ass with the fullest
Then we gon' string his ass up by his nuts with the pulley
String
than a bitch like Hennessy, you soft on a hoe like Hipno
No back on the D's with a hip-ho, shots goes out to my cam-phone
Cruisin' down the street,
blew up in this ho
Tryin' to tell you what you wanna know
Now you fuckin knows like a pro, is you with it though, yeah you with it
Baby, lady in
count to ten I want you to jump up, stay there
Oh, ho, but don't come down 'til I flash the light
You deserve a break today, have it your way
Funk is
next spring
When the bash is over, I'll tell you what I'm going to do
I got my trailer picked out, gonna move it down to Grandview
I got this 28 by
and plain, the Chevy wit the blew out brains
As I bounce and mash, count this cash
Floss and flash, cop and blow a zip wit Bash
Since everything is big in
weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's
right down to the Woodstock
Can't seem to shake her
Just gonna have to take her
Baby girl you dancing with me in the big screen
You don't gotta be pretty
yeah
They say I'm savage
So, baby, damage
I've got all that I think you can manage
A little remedy never do you no harm
Come on down to mama's barn
weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's
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