Lyrics:
of dawn
Now I got a man coming on right now
He's guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on Wonder Mike do what ya like
I
(Chorus)
Jpilla: yea yea yea We Winnin Baby uh!!yo check this out
Jpilla: Didn't Want to see me win but I Came back I-I Came back I-I Came back
so I make it understood
Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut
Ya come outside, nigga, ya gettin' fucked up
I done told ya, creep-creep ya best
to the guy behind the counter
And he says "Yeah, what do ya want?"
I said "You got any glazed donuts?"
He said "No, we're outta glazed donuts"
I said
C-L fly
Outside of Popeye's eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
You are now listening
forward onward 'less we go back?
Don't nobody wanna be original and everyone thinking they bad
Rolling up on reinvented wheels 'cause it got chrome don't
Wake up, go get it
Don't hit the snooze
Thought I told ya, we not bout to lose
Thought I told ya, we don't play by the rules
Thought I told ya, we
soldiers, I thought I told ya
Let's get ready to rumble, them niggas stumble
Hit em with left blows
Fuck it got death blows
Ready to got to war? Let's go!
We
'em in the back of they head
For those lies that I know that they said
Ya tried to play me soft, now ya set it off
If ya got something on ya chest, let
Yeah, brand new Snoop Dogg
Somethin' to crack the new year off, ya dig?
One for the treble, two for the bass
Come on everybody, lets rock this place
bullets like they made by kodak
I keep it on my waist, I don't even show that
Hollow hit him from the front, why he leaking out his back
Now I ain't got no
I turn on the music, so I can feel the groove.
Move your body, if you've got the notion.
Whoa, I'm feelin' the groove now, baby!
Front to back in
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
got to snap 'em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet mama and introduce you to papa
got to snap 'em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet mama and introduce you to papa
calm
Hard times hit never run
Doin bad it ain't ever fun
Got ya back nigga always love
This for all my niggas in the streets
This for all my niggas
ya brain break your back bone
Send ya back home back to the wack zone
Try to underrate the heavy weight
But when I dominate
You couldn’t wait to play
place
That I got it from, fool
‘cause I know that I’m bored
By you hoe ass niggas, pull your triggers
I’m too hard to swallow
Watch your back, nigga
bodega bounce
Make ya bodega bounce
Make ya bodega bounce
Left cheek
Right cheek
Left cheek
Right cheek
I think I might be
Throw'd off my rocker but I got
the needle no more
My girl, she ride, let's go
I got suicide love for ya, ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for ya,
In the middle of the gun fight, girl
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out and do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out and do the hump
Well I
out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
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