Lyrics:
wrote it
Take a dumb beat you know I just throw it
Magician's trick, you'll never ever know it
George Orwell; 2 plus 2 is 5
Ring a bell? That's two with
to the beat
I love the way your body's moving when it's grindin' on me
We got the drinks by the dozen and nobody's coming
I don't care all I want is your lovin'
I'm going out with your bitch
Wokhard inside my system I'm rich
Jump out we taking a pic
Started from selling Jamba now got rich on my wrist
Diamonds
Massage Parlor Pt. 2
Hello
Yes
Hello.
Hello, I'm a massage therapist, my name is Will. Nice to meet you.
Hello, William, is this you? Can you
bikes
Fifty cal grip I think your type like
(Fifty call I think it your type)
Get money it just one way
We ain't never catchin' two flights like
(We ain't
What?"
Pumpin' In The Cell By Myself, 'cause I Don't want to Hurt No-bo-dy
[Chorus - Drag-on]
I'm That Hood, I'm Those Streets
I'm Them Lyrics
I'm out of Yucatan
We in Peninsula
Moving and shooting these Cinemas
Mixing and whipping the formula
They want to see wat we doing
(Hey)
And they be
places
I'm here to squash it all original will speak
Scarface on your ass from the streets
I left my cut, in fear of a prison term
They want to put
feelings like an ambition and l focus on my chest
Why you waiting for reply when l barely got the text
What if two by sex by you recording calling me
Ignore
Am feelings like an ambition and l focus on my chest
Why you waiting for reply when l barely got the text
What if two by sex by you recording calling
and skilz guns got the beam
And if you want to square up I got a hook call me Kareem
Your girl for the community
I don't want to fight over a chick that was
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
not a prostitute
But if she was I'd have to pay
Say, lay, you can stay
I sex you up couple days
Tell your girl no need to fret
She want
This the grill what up get em Pace
Lets get 'em in
Girls are like little boys
I'm Michael Jackson I touch em
Guns are like flat tires to
Me I fricken'
died[01:11.55]The other side, they want revenge[01:13.15]Like a girl in middle school[01:14.33]We known for hoppin' out them vans[01:15.96]I get more bread than
I'm one of the realest niggas in this shit, man
I got the motherfuckin' streets, nigga
I came in the game with everythin' I muh'fuckin' want
money talks, I told it speak your mind
All my niggas for-lifers, and all my bitches one-nighters
And all my hoes curvaceous, and all their clothes are
passin' out bruises,
lacerations and broken jawses
Emcees want to floss you better understand who's the boss
before I do a Michael Jackson and "Cut your
skunk, I might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, that shit'll put a hole in your chest
I only want another twenty dollar, sure got me fucked up
'm not allowed to vote
And two times a week they make me piss in a cup
When what I want to do is piss down their throats
Man, don't tell me about love
walking by yourself
Were you walking by yourself
No I was walking with my friends
No I was walking with my friends
What were you holding in your hands?
on your two way
But you ain't got time for hoes
Cause Mo is on your mind, right
They want to get next to you, no doubt
But they don't know
I got you
But check your window, he's at your window
One, two, you're the girl that I want
Three, four, five, six, seven, shit
Eight is the bullets if you
falling your careers, Bringing death to all your peers,
[It you who led them near]
To the reaper, Im Nas with it spitting either,
No i dont want your
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