Lyrics:
Kick that shit Santana
Lend me a dollar man
Ima rock star with a bad bitch, I feel like Tommy Lee
Ain't no baby in this bitch but I got hoes they up
ads
Said, "take karate from Lee Hung Chow
Man, make your first appointment now
This course is guaranteed to make you bad"
Well, the next day I
ya ya o
Na your matter dem dey yarn
Na God create no be man
Make dem leave you
Ya ya o ya ya o ya ya o
Girl my heart o it's only for you
Girl I dey
aint' on piss
Man went and got down yours
And you went and made a diss
Ay Spidey what's the score
1-0 of course
Got round there and got down Stan Lee
stronger on this muggy night
Your old man Marvin Lee don't stand a chance in this fight
Place your bet on me
I'll make sure you get paid
You need to leave
cap
All flavors but it just depend on when and where I'm at
Don't get me wrong, man
And Murphy Lee ain't dumb, man
Cause if the shoe is on the shelf
You
the man they call the Supergrass
Singing rifle terra luddy terra lee
(oh terra lee)
O there's no one who can tell a lie like me!
Well, you may search until
me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin
It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"
(Nelly)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
What's it like bein
you had them green things mailed?
You talkin' had, man, I still get them green things mailed (them bitches still on)
This shit smoke good, plus it got
too
But gyal if yuh boring in the morning
I aye calling
Hit and run, hit and run
Come gyal leh we have some fun
Hit and run, hit and run
Is licks by
on some shrooms
She bombarded me questions
Said she been here since noon
Waved in that one direction
Told her homegirls come through
Saved by a single
a gaff
I ain't stressin' 'bout no Fendi
Gyal love a man with jewels
But I still be getting plenty
I ain't got a chain, fam
I'm tryna make the dough grow
'jayed or 'fraid
so I stayed and made, not a bad debate
Got a group to troop, with a shoop de shoop
Shoot hoop then scoop, on this loop to loop
Goin'
hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes
at the paradise knife and gun club
If you was looking for some trouble you could find it I guarantee
Now the only other place was a man named Jack
And he
high school man I got too lazy
Haven't been too happy neither life just got more hazy
Picked a brush up off the dirt today to make a painting
Found
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
, the bitch too thirsty,
And X nigga trying to come around and get that (get that)
Man, a nigga too thirsty!
I already fucked with.. got all in
Aha, why
i'm migo lee
Try to jump in this water you drowned in this sea
Bitch I came in this bitch with two sticks like i'm chinese
I got my own label bitch
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
I said, "Yes sir, my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her
instant pain
Your sure to hydroplane in cold slippery rain
But that’s life now get a grip again
I just gotta link with that man again
I dropped off by
sing about
He never hurry away
He love to take his time
Got what I want Lord
The sunshine's in love with the man
Women's ways
You never know
waste my time you got me standin here the whole day
Now I am money, look at how I am flowin, man all these niggas are hatin young hustler on move
Keep up
aye)
But I got ya, you know, the whole Wild Moneys
(Soats, Northside, Southside, Eastside, Chicago), get up outta here
(Man! Westside!)
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