Lyrics:
of our most immaculate tour guides take us all through the ghetto,
My nigga' Rick James
When I was a young boy, growin' up in the ghetto
Hanging out
of our most immaculate tour guides take us all through the ghetto,
My nigga' Rick James
When I was a young boy, growin' up in the ghetto
Hanging out
All of them ended by Hollywood
I see your face and uh you wanna touch it, yeah
Come to my place and we can discuss it
Hollywood, welcome to Hollywood
to put my lyrics in most
Of her captions that's because I got a lot of quotes
Know they want to see me lose I can hear it in their tone
All I see is
with my Clan but you be fearing it
Face one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one
Please, y'all niggaz money getting low
But did you come back, set up
forgiven we can't ignore it, lost fathers...
Chorus (Erthe St. James):
Let's say a prayer for the fathers, our fathers Amen....
Forgive them cause they
much more than homies
I be rolling with my woadies all inside of my head only
I'm an island, Lonely, Coney: I enlist in a one man's army
It's not that
and
Start a recession, the big dog, the boss hog
What I want is the question:
I want it all, I want it all
I need it all right now, i want it all
I gotta get
Give it to me, give it to me my baby
You will be my tigress I will be your dandy.
We will play the story of James Bond
I want cont You're driving me
just like I'm LeBron Jame
I'm going insane, the brain is to big for em all
Ain't hood with the rap but I'm good with the ball
I'm climbing to the top
bones
But the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smoking funk by the boxes, packing Glocks
It's natural to eat you
Niggas
and want to kiss myself I'm so pretty
Now who am I (The Man)
Now who am I (The Man)
Who (The Man)
That's right and don't y'all forget it
Ladies
the foreign
She say I'm her favorite nigga, woah
You niggas just want the fame but my niggas aiming bigger
Swish, balling like James on niggas
You a bitch,
and again, and again without a doubt
It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound
Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around
I do it up rough,
rangs - All my niggas got big rangs
Better cuff your bitch man we coldblooded with this pimp game
All my niggas like Rick James
All I hear is this baller
Y'all wanted twenty minutes, I was gon' really try it
But I was in that motherfuckin' booth gettin' tired
Like LeBron said, I want my damn respect
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized by The Neptunes sound
My peoples always see me and they think I'm on point
So they roll me
Haas
I been on my grind
I been that young nigga
They told nevermind
No rain check on me
And I'm never on time
All of the doubts it come with the clouds
Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!
West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch
Kato on the track, bitch
I know that you want me
I can see it in your eyes
But you're feeling someone else
For reasons I don't mind
I know that
ones
I'll hit my dance up on a bitch like I'm Rick James
I just wanna fuck, I don't care about no bitch name
Y'all be getting lab diamonds, so I want my
on the corners
Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
Of managing his own affairs
I've been black all my life
Yeah I've never bleached
If I pray to white Jesus
Yeah will it reach
I want the money oh yeah
I wana be
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