Lyrics:
motherfuckin' kids
We just some motherfuckin' kids
We love and miss you, Mac
For those of y'all who don't know man
Mac is the whole reason that I started
Doing
Ay
They say you da man (You da man)
But who da man behind da man
Bouncing to the jam
But I bet they don't know who I am
I'm like who da man (Who
Where is he?
The man who is just like me
I heard he was hiding somewhere I can't see
Where is he?
The man who is just like me
Heard he was
catch it wide receiver
Damn i’m cold like my neck and wrist i’m a walking freezer
Ion want her i just fuck her take her back man can keep her
She like
I know there's someone out there far away
Who's feeling all this shit
And yes I know that when I'm low
There's so much further I can go
And so I
cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
from foe
And what do you know
By the time morning comes I can see the light
And then I'm thanking god once again for making everything all right
hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
If he can't fix it, I don't know who can
The sinsemilla? salesman
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
pull up
On yo' man anyway
I will fight when I pull up
And I'm running up the paint
Keep telling me there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell
I'm up with the J's, we all vampin'
Put the work in the wax bag and stamped it
You can catch the rico when you stamp it
But the hood gotta know who got
composure and got to know a lot of girls who were drawn to every single thing that glows
I've been passing hoses and throwing roses to peers while they still
flyin' to the opps hood
I don't even smoke, but they know who I got in my wood
Put they whole block in a fronto if I could, foe
Patek after market, took
Fantasy Island
This episode is "Death to a Brooklyn Man"
This is Tony's Angels
It was three white bitches who worked for Tony Starks
Undercover
the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin' on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
Say hello to the man
money I could do things my way
But little they know that's so hard to find
One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind
Once I was waiting in fortune
depressed
You can never change that
I blame it on you when I know it's on me
Tell me who to call when I'm
Out there in the scene, huh?
Who gone be there? Man
NAV from before
I don't know who I am anymore
Woke up somewhere I ain't been before
Half a pill ain't enough anymore
They rappin' about drugs they
Man i hate it when I'm in the club
Or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me
Talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor
the sea
Working for some man who may not know at all who I might be
If you ever see me coming and if you know who I am
Don't you breathe it to nobody
dreams)
Man what became of you the kid I know from back in school (Man I have dreams)
Was very happy he even had a brighter future too
(I want a house in
to the number
One score: it's 12, 000, too "I'm
The same as first place
" says the man who must be
Better than all those other
Pieces of shit and then we
Get back
from me
No they can't compete so I tell
Make it clap like you does this (Yuh)
Throw a stack in the club bitch (Uhuh)
Palm hand got an itch, man I guess I
on the road like 28 gram
And you know who I am
Shower man down like Fireman Sam
Drive to your ends on a two-year ban
With Solo in the transit van
Nah, you
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