Lyrics:
I ain't trying to be no D-boy
I love music, I'm a b-boy
Are you the undercover or the decoy
I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy
A pit with no muzzle,
a shared history
If they dissing you then they dissing me
It's time to keep it clean like Listerine
Black love is the key
Let's own it like apostrophes
Dark
national anthem
Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
to have it your way
Get dough or die, floss at all costs
Cash out and mash out, brought to you by
Grand Hustle and Young Money
I hope you niggas brung money
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
No need for poppin' bottles
Lustin' to knock a model
Headed for potholes
Puttin' pressure
on on the throttle I know
Follow the leader
You deceive
got to reach out
Reach out to taste my loving
Want you so Sunday girl
Oh I really want you
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
In the mix
Bad Boys
you kids is like peas in a pod
Shawty play D at the top the key like I'm bringin it down
Still busted 3 in her mouth
Swear that she slipped n fell
'm a puff a whole bag
It's low down and I'm low-key
Now O.G. Niggas know me (True)
So take it easy, let's dance
It ain't surprisin', these motherfuckers
good shape
I got the key but ain't down with Mickeys, check my chain the crown is with me
Past ain't clean background is shitty, but I don't give a fuck
Might make you kill your mates by the end of my show
I got a voice you should know
I'm the Emperor, a.k.a, the Killer Scare Krow
Ever been hit with a Krow
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
herself for me to stick it in
Her hair standing before the bliss begin
She shimmering, I tease her
Lick her black eyed pea like Ring a Ling
Then I eat that
Imma have to get my revenge if my dawg die
Bro really like Joe Kearns he look cross-eyed
If I ain't make money then I lost time
Imma have to hit up Eli I
've ever drink
we go skinny dipping in the Tennessee river
by the light of a Colbert County moon
well if you ain't got the picture by now girl,
you will
Black Eyed Peas
Girls wanna fuck your niggas
Niggas gotta wanna be you
Lining up around the block so that they can get to see you
I feel like I find
my black eyed peas
Like where's the love at man
This beat sure ain't wack man
Trent made it with his two hands
So we could eat it all up
Just like we
relate 'cause the hate's all you make
I don't get breaks, I just make time
I don't get awards, I get deadlines
Toke another pound, got a head high
Never
to the black
GGet the Coupes in the front
If you got an address, then we ship it out
Then we piss it out
Budget, we snatching your bitches
And we whippin out
By
deep RIP
Let's get it started black eyed peas
Take care of the least of these
The least of me
Call DJ Khaled cause I've got the keys
Sheesh
If I'm not
was I low-key, you don't know me
Ain’t nothing there they can show me, like
Fix up, yeah
Mix up, test
Clips on me, jet
The cliques on, flex
All this
Hey yo black it's time
If you knew my streets
You would know all everybody talk about is who got beef
Who snitchin', who told police
Who came
Motherfuckin' G's
If you got it better flaunt it
Another warrant for 2 of America's most wanted
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but
Motherfuckin' G's
If you got it better flaunt it
Another warrant for 2 of America's most wanted
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but
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