Lyrics:
Yo, yo (check our situation)
Yo, my men and my women
(Yo) Yo, yo (check our situation)
My men and my wom-
You need somethin' unexpected, some
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
the hot girls at) [Repeat: x6]
Ya heard me?
Ya heard me?
The game is to be sold not to be told, ha ha
Now this No Limit shit, No Limit nigga
Everybody
all good, you'll be next year's story"
Then I said "Man, you don't even understand
Man, I'm droppin' out now
Win it next year for me"
So I left, bus
ain’t real they phony
Snakes in the grass so I rather be lonely
Big backwood to the face like Roddy
Rich, been ball on these niggas like Koby
Hoped in
no chance of wetting me I hold heat in the streets
rolls royce drop top crusing where the women be
last nigga fucked around hes a hood memory
fresh
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
Stretch hot tub with a thousand women
And a castle bigger than Bowser lived in
With a secret back room where I count my millions
Got money stacks stashed
that zaza
Smelling that shit wen we
Drive by
Like
U niggas b singing na na na na we know u really ain't
Bout that
Life
Lowkey
But they kno me
Growing
when cases be pending
Bitches were playing, made me lose all my feelings
Got played by plenty, emotions stay different
Used to show love, but that vibe
handed out by the gallon
Healthcare is free
Abolish the prisons
Don’t tread on me
I Ain’t a victim
You fucking kidding?
The place is fucked and you ask
the dump trucks
Bodies lay by the dumpsters
It's real mobsters amongst us
Knots, trap out the bando it's hot
Fuck it invade the spot (spot)
Wrist watch,
It was a pretty big year for fashion
A lousy year for rock and roll
The people gave their blessings to crimes of passion
It was a dark, dark night
This divine now, this is my sound
Guaranteed to leave you all tied
Restrained by the Butcher Brothers
Your final moments you 'bout to find out
Make
Oh....my... God.
Becky, look at her butt,uh! it´s so big.
She looks like one of those rap guy´s girlfriends.
But, uh, y´know,
Who understands those
mansions get catered by women
Chauffers, the waiters are winning
Shit swarming with French maid uniforms
Got the paper to swim in
Hate spending from the way
city sweltering hot
Staggering, drunker than those cops that 2Pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reaching, soon as I
a series of characteristics that many times in my life I would
look back on in bewilderment and the women I sought after when I was older
would be nothing
Well the year was 1985 and it was the hottest summer to date
I'd say it was as hot as flugen, a crispy hot, a silly hot
It was the kind of heat that
Just trying to find out just who you are
Looking just like another superstar
You say your not one by far
I'd be dam your a star
Hips don't lie the way
turn
Life na story oh
Brother oh
Your turn dey come
I say e dey come
I want to be a big man oh
Ogaraya
Get many money oh
Ogaraya
Make the girls love me
women independent she be
Movin' and hustlin'
Slim waist and her booty humongous
Hit the pussy feel that shit in her stomach
Handle business she a real one
tough
Never told me they was hard, or claimed to be my God
When I first found the courage to bounce up outta Queens
And saw Big Dave comin' up out
Am I pull in the streets with the wagon
Wagwam tell me what's good
If you toach my brother then by guns be by guns
Cheffing
They turn to kentoky food
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