Lyrics:
I do and it's leaving em clueless
They say you an enigma lil Slida you craze
Baby get off my johnny and get out my face
So close to the finish I just
They trained to go
Cause I can not fuck
With no standbys
They shoot at yo mans
And you stand by
We shoot up block, leave yo fam tied
But we just gone
here's your chance
Doin' eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
Forgive me, I'm a rider, still, I'm just a simple man
All I want is money,
here's your chance
Doin' eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
Forgive me, I'm a rider, still, I'm just a simple man
All I want is money,
it's still too exotic for man's acceptance.”
Hello, hey now
The Fonz is cool, Fonzy don't cry
Hello, hey now
Well ask Mr. T, he's a really nice guy
back bein cool on this sunny day (hot)
Stock investments on my mobile I'm gettin paid (money)
Feet kicked up now im looking like Johnny cage (Johnny
people behind me and I don't have verizon
Man I'm chillin with my niggas nigga
And a couple cool bitches
What the fuck u doin? Bullshitttin
Me and my
people behind me and I don't have verizon
Man I'm chillin with my niggas nigga
And a couple cool bitches
What the fuck u doin? Bullshitttin
Me and my
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can
a diamond, try to bite me, you forever missing tooth
Cool as ice until I slide in then I'm melting igloo
Ah man, ah man, Punchanella in the shoe
Punch your
and all the wisecracks?
You made before you got slayed by the slayer
Special Ed, DJ Akshun on the record player
Chillin', still in the back just maxin'
Ladies and gentlemen
Back by popular demand
We got cool G Rap and Polo
Singin it is now
Rhyme Tyme
I be funky to a junkie cause
and I can barely breathe
I'm having motion think I got more paper than a magazine
With this rapping shit I'm too official No I'm not no referee
Okay cool
Ho, ho, ho, oh, little train, my little elf, another great Christmas
Ah, man, it's boring, it's boring, same thing every year
So let's have a funky
a million people behind me and I don't have Verizon
Man I'm chillin' wit my niggas nigga
And a couple cool bitches
What the fuck you doin' bullshittin'
Me
as all of her girls is in, I made 'em bust it like Greyhound
That's right, I'm a man, ho, haters cannot stand Short
No matta if it's made by Gucci, Louis V
Carl-tons they weighting
On my mind cause I thought we was cool
These niggas shiesty and they don't like to play by the rules
Keeping everything tucked like
death bed I ain't get a phone call nigga
Don't want to be cool now what's my problem with you
Let that shit breathe
Reset my lifestyle remodeling things
actually crazy
And I don't mean any hard feelings by it either
Just lose your style, and then you can come hangout with us
You know, the cool kids
Uh
Black
y'all
Fuck Reggie Denton and Jimmy (Johnny) Cochran
Damn I couldn't get close enough to sock him
I plead guilty your honor
Cause I dissed the Pope
Been played too many times by you, you lost your fucking chance
Ran up on the gang and you switched sides, man we no longer friends
Man you lost your
Oil stains on denim blues, at the shop by quarter to to six
She pulled up in overalls, a beat-up Ford that always stalled, and I could fix
The rust
If you're not having any luck with the girls
You need to step into the spotlight world
Watch some movies with steve mcqueen
Get some music by bb
I know it's aging like fine Syrah
Why I Keep it cool got mah moon balancing on Libra
Got the whole crew pulling through with da bougie man appearance
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