Lyrics:
of the system
(Peek a boo)
Now she's play a game by her own rules
(Peek a boo)
The peak a boo game
[Verse 1]
Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
Pick up
Understand if not man I got something up in my hand
That'll have you shaking a leg like a disco dance
Bullets out the heater hit targets like heat seekers
Ouu
This beat really knockin'
This beat really bumpin'
The Antio CG shit man
Certified greatness case you didn't know
(Damn Sang, you made this
key, lit
You add to me you compliment my Life and man it feels so right
And with you by side I know will Take over this life
And I'll never stop pursuing
It was back then in the hood that we would do drive by's for fun
Hitting licks in poverty and always on the run
There were times that I had thought
ever leave the parking lot
Got the drop, strap behind your neck
Like a halter top
Target shot, chopper fire suppressed
Chamber always hot
Closet cost
hit the streets move another zip
Turn two to four and do another flip man I been whipping work I'm on some other shit
RIP TA yea it's Cyco baby yea
I
Something, I put up then I go into a zone
With a attitude niggas better leave me alone
Ain't too many other ways a nigga understand
Unless this man put a hot
showing me dances
Thinking bout me when she with her friends
A Harm, yeah, you know who the man is
Call me back when you get a chance
Skin-kissed by the sun
Ballyville!, eish
Yall know what’s going on with me man
Lets get it.
Yeah, ahh
Vatii, vati o flow yange oyiifa, mmmmh
Man these niggas got amnesia
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, man, let's see what I can do with this shit
You heard that shit before
I got the diamonds and I never tuck them,
나란 누구냐는 질문보단 나란히
함께 가는 이가
그 물음의 답에 더 가깝지.
I go by the name
of D.I.M.E. When
the microphone's hot
I have to tell them I'm
not the man just defined by
know I'm certified sick
I came from the corner where nobody got shit
Took the cards I was dealt, turned it into hot spit
Now I'm not only a passenger,
bop, bop be bop be deed bop
Bop be bop, huh yeah
Bass man, huh, come on up
One two three hit me
Uh, sound good, yeah
Saxophone on the floor, one two
pretty hot
'Cause he knowin that Tecca Ninna's a dirty chopper
He's handle, holmes, here's a handful
How in the hell he hovering having hella go H.A.M.
hot as a frying pan, 'cause baby I'm the man
And I'm leanin' like a kick stand, stackin' up them grands
From T Wet to Batan, that wood grain up in my
hustle no more
But I would never say that no more
I got my mind right, money right, yeah
The pot's hot as the rock expands
It's the paper chasin' man
extorted for them nickel rocks
Got it all, but the days on them nickel rocks
Got a 5 dollar sale for these nickel rocks
Seen a man kill his brother for
the dollar sign
I just bought the dollar sign
I just bought the dollar sign
Please man call Obama I wanna buy the dollar sign
Just like first day
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched
Well, where he stay at then, he stay by such and such
Well, since we got altercations with these so called
never seen shots fired
Nope, quiet
The Cincinnati fitted made me a marked man
By the Parma blocks and 12 sittin' inside that parked van
Pacin'
the good die young do the bad die old? (Let me know)
I'm just trying to carry my load another good nigga livin' by the bad guy code
Lookin' for the Lord
what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave (microwave)
Suckas make
he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
'cause even
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