Lyrics:
Knawhatimean? Trag', Will Cooper, yankee, knowhatimean, uh
[Killah Priest]
First and foremost, we let our jobs toast, and sing bravo
Drink the red wine,
[Chorus: will.i.am] (Phife Dawg)
Will.i.am's in the house and uh (yeah)
Phife Dawg's in the house and uh (yeah)
Lots of honeys in the crib and uh
neck and wrist Froze up
Was down now I go up
My heart still bigger than my muscles
Stay humble
Matching my vibe, worth a million
My shirt by William
beating go around
The whole building, " Ross says the guards
Requested that he leave
Meek remains frustrated by the
Way he's been treated
By the system
Robert Williams smack that hoe!
Ain't no Chris Breezy, everything i do real easy
Go by the palm tree's that shits really breezy, no hurricane
The doc hit
alright, Mr. Knox. Wait a moment, let me turn this down.
SFX: Footsteps
Knox: What a magnificent voice, who is that sir?
Roosevelt: It’s the very first
what I want (Let's go)
And I feel like I can do what I want
Livin', livin', livin', livin'
I'ma do what I want (Let's go)
And I feel like I can do what I
seem to leave yo' ass alone
Don't know why I can't let you go
And why I keep comin' back for mo'
I'm sayin' this life is good
Got me up out the hood,
lets talk about this street I know
Meta meta yo is needed when its time for me to go
I spent my whole life on this KC street
The PASEO where the real
turn me on
I like your vibe
Pretty little girl let's go for a ride
Go for a ride
You and I
Let's go chill some weh pon e eastside
(Pon e
attend to that
And you can take that vest off cuz
Imma put em in ya hat
Point blank walk up ain't never
Did a drive by
Catch a nigga slippin and let
I'm sorry Miss Williams
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I'm sorry Miss Williams
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter
and let's go
Who would've thought about to reach 23
Lose so much got my tank running E
Fool the drop like it's coming next week
Ruling the crops got
on baby
Watch me do this thing (do it)
I been crowned king
So I guess that means you're my queen
You have my seeds
Lets go ahead and raise this team
My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept
My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Yea
Dèja
I can see
That you been watching me for a minute now
I'm posted in the A
My chevy sittin low, my phantom ridin high
Them A's go up every time I ride by
Shawty whats up, I'm the shit
Yea you can do it, but
Dues, three and four
Dues, maybe more, that's all right
You're still paying dues
So let's stay happy, happy, happy
Let's stay happy
Go swinging out,
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
We started out moppin' floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
We started out moppin' floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one
sleep won't come
The whole night through
Your cheatin' heart
Will tell on you.
Jambalaya (On the Bayou)
(Hank Williams)
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh,
Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them
Uh, uh, uh, let's go
uh, bounce, uh, bounce
uh, bounce, uh,
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them thugs
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