Lyrics:
to live your life, boy you bakin
[T-Mo]
Bitch I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT nigga
Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar
to live your life, boy you bakin
[T-Mo]
Bitch I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT nigga
Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar
at Paul's
One time I visited a public loo
I didn't like it at all
There was a man playing with
Himself at a urinal
Who looked like George Michael
They had
of shell top Adidas and
Red Sox and it don't stop
"Let's get one thing clear"
- KRS-One 'East Coast west Coast Killas'
"Front if you want kid
Lay on your
George when I wrecks em
God bless em, I leave em raptified when I hex em
Right on, right on, right on
Yo, check it out
We want to do it like this for
let's go another round
Baby is you down really? two shots of ecstasy
Lick a nigga down silly, your body next to me
I could touch you inside, and you'll
all in one
(Mya Hall, Eric Harris, Michael Noel, Dominick Hutchinson, Willie McCoy, Miles Hall)
I want freedom for all not some yes I wanna live in
come for di crown)
Believe, believe
(Nah)
Okay (kyuh), Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she
on your back like a CD-ROM
We can pop a euro and have sex to your favorite song
Trace the tattoos all on your back when we smashin'
Bust a move 'fore I
've got a fiery passion
I feel like raping your spouse
When I break in
Your house with a Michael Myers mask on
Instead I'll put it inside of a rap song
the dirty south [2x]
[Redd]
Down south ladies throw brawls right in your way
Man I love to rock ice just to brighten your day
[H.A.W.K.]
Down south all you
In My Hand
Or That's Your Ass
I Need My Cake
I Want My Bread
If I Don't Get I'm Gunna Bust You
In Your Head (x's 2)
I've Been On The Grind
Chasin'
reach the testicles
and effect em, by animal means, I'm in your spectrum
As I walk through the garden of orange tomatoes, I see
Blue flowers
Blue
chew you
Boats capsize
That's why I crew you
Lullaby
That's why I coo you
Feeling lie
That's why I true you
Ones get by
That's why I two you
Bad guys fry
ain't got no handle
Got your socks up to your knees like Michael Raines
Drip liquid, pick up a park pill
Enduce a hand over free form with this skill
swipe of this here plastic
Girl, I bet you won't be stresstin', if you let your panties lessin'
I mean listen I'm the truth, and I just want you fruits
what'cha want?
Yo, I'm strapped with the gats
Step up plap, plap!
I'm leavin' caps in your back, fool
I rip shop, wanna say peace to Hip-Hop
A nigga
've learned, good girls go bad
Two sides of the story, two sides, two sides of the story
Should I judge you by just your intentions?
'Cause how you actin',
doin' tricks
Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot
I heard you queer now like Boy George blowin' flutes
With high heels, you stole your mom's
(Power of the people you say)
It's raw and keepin' you on the floor
Its soul and keepin' you in control
It's pt. 2 'cause I'm
Pumpin' what you're
want to suck dicks take out your denchers
A show of life is all I'm givin
Old Pimp young hoes is how I'm livin
But for now rap's the occupation
But
Tell me... Wouldn't you want him around?
Around, around, around...
Paul Newman vibe
George Michael eyes
Baby, such a charm
A king of purple dreams
with me, nigga, or you better run
Two times for you pussies 'cause
You know who number one
These bitches all on my dick
Is it all of my cars?
They say my
want your body
The worse way
My favorite suit
Is your birthday
Gimme two seconds
You thirsty
Don't think you ready
For Heartbreak
Don't think you ready
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