Lyrics:
friend though
I'm just trying to get that number take it real slow
Yeah go and bring your friend's let's get out the door
She was trying to get low baby
Damn, all of my niggas Benz
I still need me a new Beamer
E30 stunt with my friends
Let it all work out I'm a flex
I ain't been in no body's gym
I live
belt mix with Ferragamo
Percocet got me movin' slow mo'
Try to run off on me a no go
I use to look like a hobo
Goin' from door to door
So many cold
on)
We slide through the city like whoa!
Slammin all these foreign doors... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... (Ooohhhhhhhh, Lets go)
Dripped out in
real, baby
Gonna keep movin', gonna go to town
I've come up hard, I come up gettin' down
There's only three things that's for sure
Taxes, death
Gonna keep movin', gonna go to town
I come up hard, I come up gettin' down
There's only three things that's for sure
Taxes, death and trouble, oh
This
said she don't suck no dick I said bitch I feel offended
You got
One two three before I hit the door
I bet she throw that ass back and make it hit
of circuit
I let my brother down, I barely heard a single word since
That's the shit that break me down and got me feelin worthless
Reminders written in
that I'm spillin' ya (yeah)
All over your floor, tell the fat guy "Ignore"
Break down your door and let kick ya one more!
Gangsta strait out!
man hunt hitting niggas fences
Had to learn about the laws of south Memphis it aint physics
Let me make this picture bigger
Didnt know we were
man's dream
A perfect vision
Down by the stream
Yeah
She's that hometown girl born back in '83
Broke three riots, which astonished me
With her guitar
sentenced
"Service the community
Boy you actin stupidly"
Suppressed my anger so long
That shit wasn't good for me
Let the past go with
Everybody I was hurt by
me a spliff thats 3x3
Smoking the baddest tree,I light me a spliff thats gas for free
Pull up in the whip, all four doors open
Icy wrist and the floor
flames
These two twenty three's insane, never need aim
And all you see is black after you hear the bang!
If you say that you love me, let me do my thing
your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self
When Mystikal hits the door (door closing sound)
My friends went to a story teller down by the beach
She said she saw their futures in the palm of their hands
They told me to come with down them
Look in the mirror, i feel like it's vs
Me and myself
I'm like three different persons
My mood it swings
I hate all of my versions
Live in my head
again, I gotta tell em I'm the one
I'm sick of being doubted, these niggas love the fucking quote me
Let's go, I'm balling like Kobe
Time and time again, I
I'm a ryder
Smoke the good dro
Carry the 4 4's
? my door
I'm a ryder
[Drag-On]
What ya niggas just say
To every word I say
Niggas left me
Graduated, I was overdue
Pink molly, I can barely move
Ask about me, I'm gon' bust a move
Rick James, thirty-three chains
Ocean air, cruisin' Biscayne
Top
why it been so long?
Got my conscience involved
Now it's hard to let go
Why'd you head for the door
When we both know we wrong
Yeah aye aye
I-I-I need
know your ledge) your life flash by
Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high
Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go
Catch me in
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya
Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright
back
That never left at all?
With the brand new pencil
And a crystal ball
Let it fall
Summertime
Break down the wall
You can't give what
You
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