Lyrics:
Metal in the duffel
I'm all about my chips
I gets my ruffles
Joey I got ya
These boyz bluffing
I'm doin' the hulk hogan but they ain't sayin' nothin'
When I was a little baby boy
My mama gave me a brand new toy
Two turn tables with the mix and I
Learned to rhyme like a dolomite
Time went by in a fly
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
even ready for this shit yet
You can't mix wimme
You can't mix wimme
Ouuuu woahhh
We cannot chop it chop it up
Cuz ya words ain't matching up with yo
bullshittin'
Tell ya girl about how hard this shit's gettin'
Shoot 'em down like the All World Crime Boss
Break soft and like a salad you'll get tossed
Voice
chips
I gets my ruffles joey I got ya
B boy bluffing i'm doin the Hulk Hogan but
They ain't sayin nuthin
You ain't sayin nuthin
I be spendin euros by
up how I creep. 216 got my back.
440 hold my gat. Keep my semi at the trap. Put the Land back
on the map. Yeah that's how i'm doin it. Yep, that's how
THOUGHT I MADE IT ALL TIL I STARTED MAKIN' MORE
NOW I HATE YOU ALL
DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE I CAN TAKE
BEFORE I START TO BREAK YA OFF
A LIL ONE TWO
KICK IT
Baby, what you doin'?
Baby, what you doin'?
Baby, what you doin'?
Come here I been missin' you
I wanna fuck
I know you can tell by how I'm
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
I say I'll show ya how realize that now
Groooveee I wanna see you move those hips
So moooveee put me in ya mix
So groooveee keep on what ya doin'
Ya
buildin' and stop destroying
Everything that we touch
And leave somethin' for our children
Whatever it takes to get ya paid, yea-yea-yeah
Keep on doin' it,
it and how ya like it,
the nickatina roll dice - shoot craps, a brand new rap means a
Brand new gat, some rather sit around and snitch like rats,
sendin' these bitches off on their way
(See ya!) You's a fool CJ!
(Nigga, how you like the southern California freakin?)
Dogg, I'll be back every
wearin' the shirt you bought me?
Yo bogus ass, you been doin' my best friend
Tell me how could you do it to me? Hell to, hell to, the naw
Got caught up
(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey!
(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey!
(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey!
And all the goyim say
Baby, what you doin'?
Baby, what you doin'?
Baby, what you doin'?
Come here I been missin' you
I wanna fuck
I know you can tell by how I'm
the king of the playground man
You're doin it you're doin it your swingin
Hey Boaz how do ya do
You're like a little cool dude now ain't that true
Keep
time
I been making plays all day, im tryna add to my budget
And so im on my grind
And when niggas ask how a nigga doin' now-a-days
I tell em' bro im
Straight dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin' they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature 'cause
of this little punk
Forgot my key and had to ring my bell
My momma came dressed, she said, "Who the hell?"
Wait momma, wait, it's me ya little son
How ya doin', all right?
I-I-I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with you
Drool, drool, drool, nearly fell off me stool
I hope you fancy
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
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