Lyrics:
Yeah
Remix
Yeah, check it out
Brought to you by Blackstreet
It's the remix
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Lil' Man, Funky Mama in
rocked it well
But instead he rocked that
Hair full of braids
Braided by his girl Leecy
Went to Simeon, nigga had game kinda cold
Never killed a soul
So we
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the fuck
niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it
Oh, I
trends
Eating up carbs
All the bread i can spend
I been super size since ninty tres
Blessed wit checks
Can't comprehend
But the biz fucked
I ain't gon
girls don't mean biz
Will I get to feel warm by her side and her kiss
Idk idk
Will I be successful or turn out poor asf
Will I be on the streets
shawty
She be talking to me through the night
Never have to worry
I'm a get it I'm alright
I just go, bout my fucking biz
Give this li'l shawty li'l purse
grinding tugabane ikosi
Bizahera tu ridinge foreigns
For real, my gee
Countin’ em in in the biz
Ain’t wastin a minute in it
2020 with a stick bishh
For real
No games hitta, fuck with the kid
Hitta ain't playin', gotta tell it how it is
Playin' no more, now the mind's on the biz
Playin' no games, see
Rollin' round with the windows down
Turn up the volume so we hear that sound
The Biz boys in the house tonight
Summer breeze in the air, we all feel
Touchdown in the morning
Make a 30 ball by lunch
I started in the back at first
Im ahead of them
Nigga told his biz and I ain't
Ask man Im scared of them
Say
Surrounded by my real niggas
They cock back, they see
Caps, they peal quicker, real killers
Real business, it's never personal, Jack
Remember that fuck up my
dang dang dang (yea yea)
Walla walla walla bang bang what a dang thang (yea yea oh yea yea oh)
[E-40]
Its smoky up in here, so open up the vents
We
Ok
Hey yo, it's us versus them
Jambo
Bumia
Yeah
Vi ste gore
Mi smo dole
Yes, yes
Beeyoudee
Revolution music
So heyos
Vamonos
Listen
Are you ready
records play
On the strength of what it is, not the finesse of your biz
And your lady calls you dirty, her dirts under rugs
You'll find out only if she
Stick to the truth and we live by it
Whether or not they like to admit it
It's better we stop, the fight to forget it
Together, it's the last feather
might get some if you play this game.
All girls love it but smooth is their game.
That's why they just walk right by.
Laughin, gigglin, shakin that
envisioning
Talk slick diggy boss shit the bars blistering
Call it quits, never nonsense, you gotta deal with it, huh
By a landslide how I'm winnin' it
From
your biz
I got so much love
Got no time for no fugazzi shit
Don't get it fucked up
Ride for my days ones
Don't get it fucked up
People always take
the biz
They get bored they tryna go
Spin with these whores I'm
Reeling them in all it take is
Some weed and a fifth
at my own shows curse by
Make me miss my old thing, it's still quiet
But we can up the volume for the evening
And I only mean evening
By sunrise you're
deep, if we conducting biz we showing heat, bitch there ain't no hoeing me
They see how we live now, we're really getting rich now, if it ain't about no
Leveller x Big guapz (flossin) produced by Rudie elorme
Intro :
Sick Town Music
Levels to this biz
Big Guapz
levels to this b*tch
King of the Rexs
Drive by in a Tesla they told Elon he could take the wheel
Always kept it hella real
You niggas done messed up
All of us got hella steel
Hope you put yo
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