Lyrics:
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
The city that I represent talkin' all that shit
Because all we do is kick it and mind our own business
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow scratchin' fools off
[Mr. Lil One]
HAHA motherfuckas
Mr. Shadow up in dis motherfuckaaa
[Mr. Shadow]
And '99 and on motherfuckas check it out
[Mr. Lil One]
For all your
So what the fuck gotta say
Fuck Mr. Clynch coming' straight from the playground
Lil whore got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so Chase
feat. Mr. Lil One, Mr. Shadow
[Host:]
Tonight I'm standing on highway 666
Running pretends like the Cortez shipwreck
[Mr. Lil One]
Stimulated by
the smoke
You can get that for the low
Mr. Yola Man, they call me Mr. Yola Man
Mr. Yola Man, they call me Mr. Yola Man
Mix the Coco with the soda
I know
on the ground)
Don't be hesitatin' fool (before I blow you down)
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana
Smoke relax and take notes gun smoke
soldiers
I'm colding then avalanches it takes a master mind to plan this
And you're askin how I handled this with picks, shovels and axes
[Mr. Lil One]
Fool
bouncing on a scraping plate
*DJ Screw scratching...*
[Verse 1: Bird]
I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts
Pop the fucking trunk, the
Neon lights gonna come
bouncing on a scraping plate
*DJ Screw scratching...*
[Verse 1: Bird]
I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts
Pop the fucking trunk, the
Neon lights gonna come
bitch, you just a lil skeezer
Mr. Switch up the bitch, nice to meet ya
I'll switch up the bitch if I peep some
Yeah, my views going up full of creepers
We
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside
want smoke then we light up his Honda Civic
Like that boy had a ride through Chicago
He talkin' down so I call up my brothers
To shoot that lil' boy
Play wrong stupid fool watch you dance with the devil
My youngin's a go luny toon for a bezel
Stay slanging that iron rocking heavy with metal
I gotta
rollin' ten deep
And shove this shoe up in your shit far as ten feet
Creep by creep cause I'm in this shit deep
Never ever caught slippinn' bitch cause I
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
Ya, lil Ed, huh, April fool, boy
Gettin deported
Just Got recorded
Call up my lawyer
Given me tuff time
Now in the news
By popartcy
They on my back
and try to pull that dumb ass stunt
I'm hoping Mr. Loc is cool
He got his 40 and two clips to stall them fools
They fucking with a gangsta dude
They'll
And Mr. Mr. Scarface went up the block again
(All I have in this world all I have in this world
All I have all I have all I have in this world)
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
I smoke chewy like a mother fucking nut
You got a gram bag get the zags and roll her up
'cause a nigga like me, can't fake it when I'm high
Get
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
Asshole by nature like my name was Tre
And I don't gangbang, I control the Game
What I'm representin' here's puttin' holes in brains
Oh, I say the same
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