Lyrics:
saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and you're so fine
Young tender, would
the whole world see now
And I know you thinkin this
Shit makin u look big but you
Really look bad my nigga
Look at what chu had my nigga hahaha
If you see me
Ayo Ron, turn me up a little bit
Ayo Just Blaze, you back on ya shit
Yeah
About to turn me into a motherfuckin' superhero or somethin'
From now
Ayo Ron, turn me up a little bit
Ayo Just Blaze, you back on ya shit
Yeah
About to turn me into a motherfuckin' superhero or somethin'
From now
gave me the cover
(Crazy Howard McGee), shout to Vibe, Source, XXL, shout to Kicks Exclusive, got a cover
Shout to GQ, (Cash Carter), you know Rolling
a blender, hoe need a daddy, you see pretender
I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'ma young girl stealer
I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson,
a blender, hoe need a daddy, you see pretender
I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'ma young girl stealer
I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson,
you're watching it explode
It's just a day in the life of Jesus Jones
Well I suppose life is a game of probability, at least if you're not rich
You can
punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches
(God, damn! You can't just hit them niggas with that game
blastin' at it
It ain't even that deep baby)
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only
and now Pinnochio, just going for a nosedive
With the cards dealt, like it's blackjack
21 Problems, and you gotta pin the blame for the backlash
Gotta pin
My bitch bad, she light skin, her eyes slant like she Japanese
Young King like I'm 23, young goat like I'm 23
Like Sam Jones and Bill Russell, I got
bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
raw
of my fans, if I did, it would sound wrong
I will never try convincing you dummies, this isn't a town hall
Never look down, never look down, just look
you aint cool
Cause there's no dollars for nothing else
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf
Now everyday I see my momma struggling
So now its
two for the show
You got my beat, now here I go
You see, this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go round
With the hiddip, the hop, ya just
I'm addied up, added up
I just ate a plate for breakfast
Put it in a cup, then I mix it up with Texas
Chest feeling heavy like a midget on my
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
hoes, now it's your turn
Tell me young tender when will you learn
I cold mack like pimps you know
Won't sell you though, or sell your blow
Just your
just trying to rhyme
I’m just trying to get on i
Ain’t on it like that" "You sure?"
"I’m-I’m sure" "Okay, you could leave now"
We let him leave
I see
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
My love
Now you’re lying lonesome
With visions of blue
Vision in you
Again you let your heart go
And when ever you do
It’s
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
a blender, hoe need a daddy, you see pretender
I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'ma young girl stealer
I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson,
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