Lyrics:
to drive-by's they be callin
And you ain't know while you be kickin' that old shit
(Talk to me) we makin' hits
Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop)
I stay
One, two, three kick it
Hey yo Dre what's going on man what's going on
Hey what'cha all gonna do for this last record
No tell what'cha all gonna
(ahh)
Fuck her from the back, I had her scratchin' up the headboard (yeah)
Nutted on her lashes, I ain't gotta ask her, what she mad for? (Smurk)
Baby,
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
[Verse 1]
They say the top ain't acting funny
He ain't holla'd a day
He got the top back, you know his new Z28
Holla at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8
But
If ya ain't tipping get the fuck out bitch
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Get ya broke ass out the club if ya ain't gone tip (2x)
Can I get paid nigga, can I
heard his crew was hot)
Is you serious dawg?
D-Elite? I ain't even gonna speak on y'all
Y'all ain't worth it
Half of your boys wear turbans
And Cha Cha's
a glove when I push and I shove
Knock a dime out the climb, cause I ain't makin' love
See yo' man the type of guy, to get jealous and hit'cha
But me, I
[PC Speaker]
Fuck the M-P-double-A comin' straight out the underground
A young pirate got it bad cause I'm down,
Loadin' DVDs like a motherfuckin'
You know what's up with me
I got niggas real mad they ain't touching me
How you get all this money so suddenly
If I say that it's up then it's stuck
I'll hit you later on
When I'll get to my office
Your kisses are sweet, maybe the surface
Cha-cha-cha, jump in my car
Feeling just like a star
Trying
Staring death in its eyes i've been on this ride
I ain’t big but i’m ready 2 die you walking with me
Talking tipsy brand new desert eagle hawk with
up all night
up up up up all night
up all night
up up up up all night
up all night
up up up up all night
DVD:
Up all night
U-u-u-up all night
I
want?
Hey, there ain't a thing I wouldn't do for my mama in this world
'Cause you know I ain't mad at cha, you're just a little girl
See mama's just
of King Dedede
Loaded up the bong and I'm ready to hit
Hot momma by my side rubbing her clit
She says that our rhymes are fucking lit
I'ma launch that
got no worries
Then I ain't go no worries
We get the bread we breaking bread
We split it cold turkey
The way I thank about cha
Is like I can’t get
Texas lurking cuz they losin
Pussy got em going mad foaming and they fuming
Got cha new girl mad I got your attention
You can keep that nigga baby girl
Straight off dust, nigga trust I bust
And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us
It's off the hook, nigga, I'm a Westside crook, nigga
to follow my nose
I'm mad doggin and thuggin, buckin and grudging
We off of them pills, and we ain't talking bout bufferin'
(You flossin grills?) like they
house is nothin like the Covenant
We hold big shit like a bitch hold one in the oven
Well if it ain't drama, money above broke bitches
Simple
I gave it a lil thot Meitrips hella mad he coming for your spot
I don't give a damn cause you matter to me not
My gang by my side click pow get you
the game
If u wanna be a drug dealer or a thug man
So I'm finna sit right cha and take my charges like a man
I know I ain't running my mouth
I ain't
this new New New y'all phony
Wipe his nose and call him flonase, I been working three nights and bout five day
Y'all be mad if you ain't having your way
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