Lyrics:
were prime real estate, you see
And if we could keep them nice-looking
We could charge more rent for the places around town
Now, I know you guys have
Yeah this is for my G's
That be riding up high
Looking haters in they eyes every
Time they pass by just keep it G, keep it G
Tell them you ain't even
didn't mean that this is your world, yeah, yeah, yeah
To satisfy all my needs I could've pleased you a little bit more
(Oh oh oh oh)
Should've been,
Yeah, yeah, Eightball, the Fat Mack in the house
You know what I'm talking about
Space Age representing
You know what I'm talking about
Big Pun
don't want to be
Your little side hustle
I don't want to be, I don't want to be, I don't want to be
Your little side hustle
You want to talk?
Well that's
There's a sunny little funny little melody
That was started by a native down in Waikiki
He would gather a crowd down beside the sea
And they'd
There's a sunny little funny little melody
That was started by a native down in Waikiki
He would gather a crowd down beside the sea
And they'd
There's a sunny little funny little melody
That was started by a native down in Waikiki
He would gather a crowd down beside the sea
And they'd
to live large like Rockefeller
First you didn't give a fuck but you're learnin' now
If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down
God damn it's
Let`s go out on the town tonight
My pockets are heavy with loot
And get drunk and blasted
(And loud in your dress of blue)
I've been living
Don't slip, nigga we ride (We ride)
To be a high rolla, you need a pistola
And about a half a key of some Coca Cola
Now that I got older, I got a little
but you hide your lil arms
Trip bout my money just call me Big Worm
Get burn like a perm
You play you gone lay
You won't live but you learn
Say that's
(Month)
Little yutes wanna trap, then we're sendin' them up (up)
I got nitties out of town and I send them my love, made me who I am today
Yo, I went
was out here fuckin' the town up (Wop)
Gotta go get that money counter
When it's time to count up (Count up)
Big racks on the counter (Counter)
Watch
She stole my heart
Around this little big city town
And her smile shone
More the sun whose brights around
Today I can feel
All the love I wish for
to the wise, they'll build you up just to tear you back down
cll your little secrets, everybody knows
See the Paparazzi everywhere she goes
The more you fuel
Coming from E-town got to represent the big 780, yeah
Now this is a little story about me, yeah
I grew up without a role model to become alike
runnin, and I'll keep on fighting
You know I come on back to rise
Just as the sun begins to shine
You'll see dummies becomin blind
You can tell by the look
bitch, uh
Is you with me?
Is you with me?
Cause these niggas...
I was raised on the fucked up side of town
Moms used to make me wear hand-me-downs
Pops
So you you do wanna some wild stuff
And I dont know why
That may make ya go before ya time is up
Well Imma do my thang
And Imma make it happen
to, give a little bit more
(yeah, in our world)
There isn't much love goin' around
(We should try)
We should try to give a little bit more
Now
My position is a matter of graphs
My title is not for uppin
Seem like I can take a little bit more that what you put out to harm me
Gotta
the fair share, I'll split it
Girl I'll split it for you
Got a big bag at 13
Step back, harden, hit a big 3
See all the cash, that's a big green
We up
hungry, you getting robbed
By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics
Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit
Straight off the muthafucking concrete,
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