Lyrics:
And I'm running up the paint
Keep telling me there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell that you're fake
With my gang, I pull up, let it bang
fit lie, yeah
Melanie, so fine, yeah-eh
Monalisa, ah
Sweet pass Yamarita, ah
Girl, you make me shiver, ah
Kalo je Amala Shitta, ah
ass off your feet (remix, c'mon)
They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb
I burn 'em all, 'til they all say turn 'em off
'cause these chips,
lost it
I took a long ass break and I came right back
Came back and I'm still fuckin' bossin'
Niggas be gettin' me tight, suck dick, boy
They really
Cook this shit up in my pot
Casting this shit like a vote
Might kill myself, maybe so
It is so hard to stay sober
These niggas snakes just like boa
if you can hear me, it seems
To me that considering your vulnerability, your wife Melanie, and well..
Well, Steve Austin's very vulnerable as well
gold in my mouth like Paul Wall
Your man broadband coz he talk talk
Yo Chawe, turn me up man, it's the remix
I don't do small talk
I do pounds and kilos,
could you fill with all the people killed in war,
Now you look me in my eyes and tell me whats its good for.
Battlecry Remix
As interpolated by Bone
nuts and your saliva
Yeah, Fresh Wes swinging along, Showbiz is on the remix
I'm bringing it on
CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes]
Yes yes y'all ( yes y'all)
I
walk around with
A chip on your shoulders
Tryna get lemon, couldn't get battered
You know it, where I come from
73 will get me from home to college
remix it (remix)
Flipping them Patties like crab beaf
My shoes importers are Ballys
Finessin since I can remember
My wrist so cold, December
I'm selling
me
You steppin' with 007
Better make it snappy
No time to do your hair, baby
Brothers are bustin' at me
Beats and bullets pass me
None on target
They
me
You steppin' with 007
Better make it snappy
No time to do your hair, baby
Brothers are bustin' at me
Beats and bullets pass me
None on target
They
be jaded
Ain’t going broke for sure
Fuck with these niggas it’s a no
Fresh from head to the toe
Heartless I live by the code
I was fucking with Melanie
are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season
Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason
Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My
steal it
Now watch the dance floor as I proceed to kill it
You do not get it, I be gettin' money
Same hatin' handy downs lookin' at me funny
[DJ
me is alright
That Condom gimmick is fittin' for your type
Judgin' by what your past
Battle rapport like
You've been playin' it safe your whole life
goin' to the top "yea yea"
And now I'm gettin' money
It's kinda hard for me to stooooopppp
I'm tryin' to get my money right "money right"
Let's go
nuts and your saliva
Yeah, fresh wes swinging along, showbiz is on the remix
I'm bringing it on
Chorus [maestro fresh wes]
Yes yes y'all ( yes y'all)
I
tell
Aye
They say they get money I can't tell
Boutta roll up and light me another L
Already know when they kill me I'm going to hell
Imma start off by
Going through a motion
Love is where you find it
Listen to your heart
Cheri, cheri lady
Living in devotion
It's always like the first time
Let me
this in your CD-ROM
Www dot Canibus dot com
You can find me on the internet talking to chicks
That was sweating me off the Music Makes Me High remix
to leave
I want to know can she do dat - if it's you, true dat
Meet me in the back after this track
International, money magnificence
To go against this,
catchin’’ a case like a lawyer
Pure gold, like a 24 karat, that shit (Drip, drip), I might wear it
Had to get a brother to remix this with me, so I hit up
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