Lyrics:
To the Candy shop
So you better not fuck it up
You don't gotta tell me why you Care
You just gotta tell me you'll stay There
And I promise I'll protect you it's
in the whip with her friends
Now we speeding by a cop car
She wanna shop for the latest trends
Gucci, Louis, and the Prada
She don't care about
the Kardinal bust
Boy I take care of two in one shot like +Pert Plus+
Buck buck! Niggaz get dumb live on acetate
Massacre masses of MC's on mixtapes (yup)
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
greaze but I bet that's fake
Dem boy dere never dropped no heat
Therefore, I will not check man's tape
Kick a man's face like Ong-Bak
Blacked-out
sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
the land before time
A land before altar boys, synagogues and shrines
Man was in his prime
Look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme
The method is
and I'm flippin it
Come and shop with the boy
She doing dicks and she pretty lit
But I'm straight on it tho
You make a living, you cool with it
I can't hate
show you some whips that don't come out 'til the year of 2010
So I'm flocking 'em in, 'til the drop top is rocking again
Boy I got it locked, if you
I can talk to cops with
Weed in my pockets
Gotchu looking shocked
Start seething about it
Don't wanna talk shop
Got me feeling all clouded
Oh boy
and arguin'
Tellin' me, "Don't make the same mistakes that your father did"
I'ma take care of my fam, I ain't nothin' like my father, bitch
Where I'm from
just cop smoke
Like pig breath pac’s soul would come out
If I died a big death
Shoe connoisseur, who’s finer, your bitch?
Or my bitch? It don’t matter
the box, I'm knocking niggas out
You fear the giant, well money live it out
I'm not a punk, far from a chump
You sleep at all, and you will fall from the top
a robbery, this a murder
Woke the whole house
I don't go to funerals, believe me
Gettin' pulled out
Group home in Lake Charles, turn
Up, turn up, wait, pause
get fucked up with no regard
Boy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin lessons
So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin'
'Cause
be -Boy in shell tops
And it don't stop because we can't quit
I want to getcha, it's built in the up lift
I beat dawgs wit' microphone disess
Uh, mami, you miss me, don't you?
Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand
of ya ears
I splurge with the paper ma, I don't care
How you like it, pumps or boots
Jeeps or coops
Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never
Whats mine is
dinner
And I’ll see you in the morning
I just gave you dick
Please don’t take it personal
Hot boy summer
Baby I can’t fall in love
Always falling into lust
Santa, tell me if you're really there
Don't make me fall in love again if he won't be here next year
Santa, tell me if he really cares
'Cause I
bunch of rappers, respectfully (ha)
I don't care who niggas down with
I'm violatin' 'em if they was out here doin' clown shit, c'mon man (woo)
I know
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
I don't know why this world keep turning (yes man)
Round and round
(As the world turns we all experience things in life)
But I wish it would stop
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