Lyrics:
(all around)
The man don't wanna be friends (what the fuck)
Okay, sir, I get it
you just wanna be pissed
Drama all up in your head
You probably wanting
cool dawg taking pictures
They might see my pistol
We done did some shit, she ate my kids
I swear I never kissed her hold up brodie
Them a lot of pounds
Mack elevens and M-16's
High caliber, so why try it?
You live by it, so you die by it
A muthafuckin' gun...
[WC]
Who's the man with the strap in his
put the gat in your mouth
And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out
Few roaches, but never had no rats in this house
Never tell on one another,
put the gat in your mouth
And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out
Few roaches, but never had no rats in this house
Never tell on one another,
Nigga, put down ya beer and - snatch up ya chair 'n
A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin'
First the firing then the siren you'll be hearin'
Crushed anyone opposed
(Lot of ladies)
Pop Cristal, toast to all those like
(Kid Capri)
Helpin' to unify both coasts
I'm twenty-six, still in the mix
hell and I burn my feet burning up but I'll keep on climbing
Forging iron through all the heat end result will be worth the fighting
Oh I know man oh you
came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
Sweet Sir Galahad
Came in through the window
In the night when
The moon was in the yard.
He took her hand in his
And shook the long hair
As Sudhama reached Krishna's palace.
He was stopped by the gatekeepers.
Hey you! Who the hell are you?
Sir..
I want to meet my dear friend, Krishna?
Can
out of state
What!
Now Baby Sham take the safety off hold
There's a lot of fake cats that jump in their mans Rolls
Come to my show with these fake
And I'm lettin em Knoww
I still got that iron in my Neiman
I'm gone take me this face it's gone take me to space cause these thoughts in my head be
You asked me if I'd marry you
And I believe I can
Though I'm just a young girl
They say you're a decent man.
I've been raised by mom and daddy
With
to be a man at fourteen
Choppin iron at fourteen'
Nigga that tells my only way
(BG: Look where you stand at fourteen)
A lil' bity something
Whuckin,
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Not moving, soon
Don't stand over there
Shaolin over here, chill, chill, chill, police, man
[Chorus: x2]
To every soldier in
see me coming, better step aside
A lot of men didn't, a lot of men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you, then
see me coming, better step aside
A lot of men didn't, a lot of men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you, then
Fucking these bitches
Ain't really that serious
I just wanna do some other shit
A lot of these niggas
Be stressing bout pussy
I'm tryna go and get some
all about the journey man it's all about the climb
And trying to maximize this time before i hit my decline
Put me somewhere by the ocean
Where I can
changing
Yeah, he does that a lot doesn't he? Umm, oh, I'm David Bowie. I live down the road
Oh!
Sir Percival lets me use his piano when he's not
diamonds in that motherfucker, look like yellow piss
Uh, glass handle, glass pot
Baby bounce back, yeah, I'm Sir Mix-a-Lot
Looking at my Rollie, that
me do the old man dance boy
I smoke plenty grass boy
I'm touching on the ass boy
Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy
I'm from
Hello, could I speak with, Bushwick Bill?
Hello, this is Bushwick, motherfucking Bill
Yes sir, I'm calling to inform you that you have been
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