Lyrics:
a record
That sounds like two different
Producers worked on it i allready had that
Nightmare experience then i
Started leaning towards Nellie
Doing the whole
pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV
And Paris Hilton get paid to play, that's how I like it
[Chorus: Master P]
I like a thug chick, I want a bad bitch [repeat
A postcard of Byron by the bed
It's a reminder of every word that he said
To die in the arms of a twenty year old
A figure of porcelain with moves
to understand me stupid
I keep evolving but I haven't reached my final form
Like Frieza I'm destroying weak n***** like it's the norm
The FBI named me "William
and they're prepared to pursue it
Get us then we drills 'em
Having plenty thrills, I'm Wellington New Zealand banging her with a chest like Wendy Williams
the block hot, shit got super hot, ayy
Give me my respect, give me my respect
I just took it left like I'm ambidex'
Bitch, I move through London with
wit' me,
Will.I.Am the ghetto!, Will.I.Am the ghetto! (Streets),
Cause' I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature,
Gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin',
cheeks like a rose, and in jacket so blue,
'Twas William stood by Mary's side.
Forgive me, dear maid, then William he said,
Your love it was only I tried,
Will.i.am the ghetto (you can find it all), Will.i.am the ghetto (in the street)
'Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature
Gotta keep thuggin I'm thuggin,
the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
John R and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas
ain't nothin', I'm used to it
I rock shit up top and match boots to it
Major dough; ayyo, I'm fine and I'm able
Six wit' a roof like a dinin' room
or with the uzi spray
These suckas then I cruise, my granny saw it on the news
She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move
I tried to get away,
Stuck between two, What about you?
Man's like Henry the 8th, But I'm not fake
God be telling me this a mistake
It's a risk to take
No, I won't hit
'm the heir to the throne
Not William, Akala, smart as King Arthur
Darker, harder, faster
Rasclaat, I kick the illest shit
It's like Shakespeare with
move)
Yeah, I had a son a lil' while after (ha)
And when he died, know it was hard for you to smile after (cash)
While all that was goin' on, I had
know if you can keep up with me
If you can keep up with me
You're living like you're crippled
By this fear i'm worried that you can't
Feel a fucking
for just one blood
[Verse 10: Fabolous]
What it look like, all I say it most
Shooters waitin' on the word, just say it Los'
I let these n*ggas live, I
up the jamma
(Rewind)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna
up the jamma
(Rewind)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna
Let the hard times go by and the sun rise
When I'm flying high (High)
Feeling like young William Wallace (Wallace)
Ain't no novice, gotta keep it
psychotic and
I'm gonna kill 'em, I swear I'ma get 'em
I can if I will it, it's written by William
I'm stoppin' at nothin', this kid isn't bluffin'
I
came here fo'
Now move that body all around like a professional
Damn, shorty's so flexible
We can do it on the highway: I'm talkin' 'bout sex to go
I wish I'd been there
When Hank Williams came to town
Some songs were sad and some were glad
But all of them sounded proud
How they yelled like
Lil' Fame]
I smack a "Oops Upside Ya Head"
Like Goldy when he mackin his broads (it's) your maveranage
Watch who you approach nigga, 'fore you get
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