Lyrics:
by my little choppa toy
Imma call up my lil' boy J-G
A we settle this shit now boy you gon' see
Now snap ya fingers to that snap music boy
Now snap ya
the Lones
I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back
and mashed out
Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine three
On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me
Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday Turkey
Tryna guess us how much we made to spin
To Tiffany's from the Colosseum
Green olive BMs
Tracks from TM lack when we see em
Grip the heat when its stick
support, just dont get brainwashed
Peer pressure doin its dang job, man whatchu talkin' bout
Let's get this money
Homie let's get this money
I gotta go
Five months ago ya left me here
Without a single dime.
Yer doin' fine and everything
Ya own used to be mine.
Ya left me stuck with all
still wonder
I still wonder
Ya I'm the same as when you knew me
Cuz I still wonder how you're doing
(I still wonder)
I'm a little messed up, ya I won't
wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of me mixed with some
your out claimin sets doin drive-bys
I'm in a stealth bomber, breakin sound, doin fly-bys
[Chorus: samples cut up]
[Open Mic]
I move the crowd like
by
Just wanna know you're alive
I wanna see your face
I just need a little taste of your love
Where did you go
Cuz I can't
I can't find ya
Well
I hope
need ya
I need ya to give it to me proud
You know that I want ya
I want ya to give a little more
You know that I need ya
All that I need ta do is explore
And brooklyn niggaz is really ready to get ya
I know how to hit ya, and cut ya open
But don't worry, 'cause I'ma stitch ya
With a rusty screwdriver
[chorus x2:
And drop this fat booty on ya dick!
I got that potty mouth, get ya fingers digging in the couch
I'mma turn you out, I'mma turn you south
Turn your chin up,
heat now
And I ain't in the mix
Movin' P's and keys now
'Cause I could make a hunnit-thou
Fuckin' with beats wild
You not in my ball game
You dudes is
done growed up and swolled and lookin' tented
I saw ya moms around the way
You know she put me up on it
How you been runnin' 'round with dre and takin'
Oh, my, God Becky, look at her butt
It is so big, she looks like
One of those rap guys' girlfriends
But, ya know, who understands those rap guys?
Oh, my, God Becky, look at her butt
It is so big, she looks like
One of those rap guys' girlfriends
But, ya know, who understands those rap guys?
Oh, my, God Becky, look at her butt
It is so big, she looks like
One of those rap guys' girlfriends
But, ya know, who understands those rap guys?
Oh, my, God Becky, look at her butt
It is so big, she looks like
One of those rap guys' girlfriends
But, ya know, who understands those rap guys?
to this
All the kids gonna jump to this
All the kids gonna snap to this
Yo, rock it
Little Aaron
How many people understand me that this is
Hey I'd like to tell you a little story
About my man named dee
Yo, even from when he was little
He was like kinda on a tough tip
Doin all that stuff
Crown liqour
Stay with ya
Baby
Baby
Baby
Pull Up
I just need A little bit of Crown liquor
Make me kind of wanna spend the night with ya
Inhibitions
Crown liqour
Stay with ya
Baby
Baby
Baby
Pull Up
I just need A little bit of Crown liquor
Make me kind of wanna spend the night with ya
Inhibitions
You ain't doin too good
But we all in the mix
I got nowhere to be
Pull up I'm shooting threes
You bounce out with the beat
Got the racks for your
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