Lyrics:
dollars
Probably out here sellin' niggas dreams
Talkin' bout you on some bread, they better holla
Sound like a hood crook
Sound like a hood crook
You ain't
to suffocate these niggaz yo
Holla and let that bitch breathe one time
One time, one time, ay
Ay, see I was driving by the river on the west side of forever
rapping, I'm reenacting
CNN, you see it's accurate
ESPN, see me in action
Monday nights, when the half is
When you ten years in, holla back then
twenty-five
Man, loose lips with those thighs (Uh)
Couldn't just let her walk by (right), I ain't a thirsty nigga
But right about now my throat was gettin'
or not nigga ain't no turnin' back
Where the fuck my hoes at who I pimp hard when they want to get to a tap
But you know you can do that that love I'm
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
Yeah my baby she put me on
My babys never done wrong, yeah always been by my side
All them haters, we prove em wrong, that's why they don't like our
bro
See I got it by me, I don't need no accompany
They don't feel you because you're a me wannabe
I look back to when they used to make fun of me
I
the day pass by
In the daygo night
Lets go, lets ride
Throw your hands to the sky
Holla back mothafxcka
Do it for the westside
Blow dro, blow smoke
Don't
gon' stay in touch
Even out of range, nigga do your thang
You know where I'm at, just holla back
Where that cash at? Nigga flashback
Nigga sixteen?
funk to you
(Yeah, the Brick City dawgs, yeah, holla at your frogs)
Gilla House, is comin' through and Wutchoogonnado
(Uptown Jersey, Brooklyn)
Shh,
on me
If you wanna lemme hear ya holla
And then if you wanna could you call on me?
[Chorus 1 by Massari]
Baby could you be down for me
Could you be
Armour All tires
Tryna tell you I'm the one, come and holla at me
'Fore I'm on the next ting, YMCMB (ah)
Ooh, finally got you right here (said I
to leave a crack of a crack of a butt (yeah)
Make her lay down in a back of a back of a truck (truck)
And when she come up like a squirrel,
She just
them lines with them hard hits
And I'm harmin', bombin' with heavy bombardments
Pushin' poetry like weed by the pounds
Underground railroad, RZA track
that ones that stuck by me be, was the ones that see me
On the streets, not TV
It's an everyday, it's an all day
Devils and the cops will get me in
It got to resembling a vaudeville show, the show of shows, such comedy =
Unserpassed as juvenile theatrics go, but who am I to tell you to =
Contain
Take it back 'round the time Eddie Murphy was raw
The hood was happy and poor, now we poor and pissed
No Belve' no Cris, rap music, son-of-a-bitch
get the time right
(The time right)
Raise the bar like my cellular a Klondike
Hold it like Mufasa, count my guala, holla, holla back
Gwen Stefani
through a pint by another bottle
My b!^$# get attention like she a model
I'm back in the building let me to tell you whats craccin my N!$$@
Because I got
a game of eenie meenie miney mo
Catch a nigga by his toe
If he holla jail he go
If he holla guns will blow
Before you know
Another young soul gone before
miney mo
Catch a by his toe
If he holla jail he go
If he holla guns will blow
Before you know
Another young soul gone before he could grow.
I said reasons
teeth man they see it
IRYS be-coming to take it
They can't see he camouflaging
Guess who's back on the mic
Dynamite its like
Rolling a dice
Getting
doubt dat
Dolly on bag like hack sack
stats where the facts at.
Attention dont lack
Gone grab that
spin right back
keep it like dat
Dolly gone ride by
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