Lyrics:
to the west coast, all my bitches
Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got
Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop
Walk up in
to screw a nigga then, hop out four
Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours
Bitch nigga.. whoah..
Chorus
[Beanie Siegal]
Yo when you fuckin
how 'bout yours?
Real quick to screw a nigga then, hop out four
Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours
Bitch nigga, whoah
With my
Intro:
Mr. Mix Mr. DJ play that beat.
Won't you play if for me. In the mix mister hop
forward hop back. Hop, hop hop.
Verse 1:
The second somebody
all I can be
And that mean everything
(VERSE 2)
The newest hero, hip hops vigilante
Hip hops vigilante.
Capable of killing any beat you hand me,
Any
, "its weekend let us meet"
I know a jazz hip hop club downtown
Decorated in colors black white and brown
Be ready at 12, I'll be coming around
Till a few
Been through it, but she don't care
Yea she don't know what I seen
Oh no, for tonight
I'll just hope you stick by, can't let you out of my sight
Where'd
Come on y'all let's take a ride
Don't you say shit just get inside
It's time to take your ass on another kind of trip
Cause you can't have the hop
slide, slide)
You keep talking, bitch, then you can die wit 'em (die, die, die, ayy)
No aim with this kick, I'm wild wit it (wild, wild, wild)
Hop out
Grrah, grrah
I don't know who to trust on the bros
Niggas movin' real funny
Mix the Mexi with Dubski and Dummy
He get shot if he hop like a bunny
Nesty
I don't get texts
Cause I don't respond
I don't get texts man
I don't respond
Man I ain't got friends
Nah they leave me alone
Leave me alone
Why
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
dance moves off my shelf
Young tamale, you're a hottie
The baddest out of Follies
Shake that cake like maraccas
Durty whine on it and mix it with
go do what you do
Come on now, an move them hips and get me in the mood
Get me in the mood!
Sit back relax, don't need a dab
Only thing poppin' is
for a candlelight dinner
Turned the lights out and put my candle right in her
And told her, "Even though I met you in a club in a tight dress
Well, shit, check it out
I done found out that's there a fine line between brilliant (uh-huh)
And bein' plum loco (oh fo' sho', hell yeah)
Get
come by myself but I'm leaving with sis
Baby she know how to drive the whip
Hips rockin' and I'm tryna get a grip
She know I can put some diamonds on her
its Nutty professor
Dat gas it get stuck to da leather
Hop on da beat n I'm pressure
My name hold weight
Cuz I do it better
He say he gone rob me
But I
a problem y'all
It's like hip-hop, meets effin Tim McGraw
We two fools and don't take no mess
Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest
He's country
of the hip-hop devoured by the
Mass appeal, you get the seal of removal
Not approval, cause only Woodsy Owl gives a hoot
So nice casket nice suit
Loot can be got
from
Left to right
Shawty wanna step out side
Girl your waist line is calling
I figured your a queen
By the way your walking
Girl your waist line is
mack-a-docious
Most ferocious
Cash all in my holsters
Burn more bread than toasters
You must know this, the cats 'm with is the coldest
Hip-hop quota but
Focused on my legacy my seed ain't even here
Somehow I Control room by staying out the mix
Know I'm crazy but I hate when niggas say it
Think it's tainted
I ain't takin any chance (no chance)
Won't get on a place out to France (to France)
I'm cookin' food up in my pan
Mix it with soap while I'm
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