Lyrics:
on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like the fuck for 40 dollars in the club
Fucking up the game, bitch you gets
made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin',
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggas know I'm
Would you rather live life like me or by the book? (you get it?)
Sheesh, we are what we are
Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER
He's
a little something about the dirt roads
Where we come from
I'm gonna rap a little bit, you feel like singing?"
"Yeah brother"
"Let's go"
Yeah, I'm
Like, "what you talkin' bout feel young?" We still young, like
You so beautiful, I just wanted you to know, I fell for your soul
Even when the well dry,
who know me
Very well are like
"Are you sure you're ok?" But I
Really am i've never been
This happy i'm so proud of
This album i'm proud
Of myself and I
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
I’m like ha ha ha…
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha…
Life is what you make it man I swear that shit the truth…
All I do is get the bag, most of y’all need to get
really kind of weird and funky
Like klezmer and shit
Well, listen, Joos are playing those goblin chords to scare you away
We can be frightening
am?
Aaaah
I can't guess what you are
Well, then I'll give you some clues
And the first clue is
I am portly
Does that help?
Not much
No, I don't know
your bargain?
tell me, what you thinking?
Looking nice,
whats your price?
Know you love ain't up for sale,
But I gotta treat you well Like...
(Chorus)
the zone, you see the game like drugs
Can't leave it alone
You see I'm keepin' the chrome
In my waist line nigga
While I sit on my throne
And I get richer
when you grow up like that
Know you been racing them rats, you ain't been making them raps
Boo hoo what a hardship
How you paid to get the rap shit
there
Go where you're respected and revered
Let God lead you, don't be led by affair
Got a lot to do, better be prepared
Well, well, well
Well, well
the shower
We’ll be making love for about an hour
She be giving brains like she came from Howard
Absorbing everything like she so devoured
Lady you so damn
okay
Its okay its okay
Its okay its okay, nigga u so gay u know it u know it
(You pussy ahh nigga)
Yo hoes and yo homies they know it they saw it, act
(Up in the hood now)
Corey Jones up in the hood
With GhostFace up in the hood as well
We're about to check out the court
Cause we're about to do
Some
call you, George"
I said, "Baby, (baby), baby, (baby), baby, (baby)
Well, you can call me George Jetson, call me George Jones
I'll be your
there (they comin')
If it's heavy then Omelly comin' in a Lear (yeah)
Bricksquad, like Waka and 'nem (Waka)
If it's Gucci like D. Howard get a block
album, shit
So realize with your two eyes that my rhyme hypnotize
Just like Jim Jones baptized his followers
The wrath, there's a slaughter, have you
at the house
I'm back at the crib, I'm back in the South
This all makin' sense like the back of the couch
You start actin' up, you get smacked in your mouth
ain't drawing for no metal
I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of g
Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be
they ain't 'bout to get me
Feel like Howard Greenberg did the schmoney dance
I been out here tryna get my cheese
But this fucking government got the same
at a Tech show (it's what you thinkin)
Feel like she let go (it's what you thinkin)
You never get no [x3] (it's what you thinkin)
[Verse 2:]
She know you
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