Lyrics:
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
I'm blacker than Mr. Po
They try to come between us i'm lettin that blicky blow
XVT don't die baby, my clique the meanest
Lil shawty sneak by you
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
and fast like a hot wheel spitting fire like a pyro
Im hot and fresh I was born gifted
I get what I want and I stay low
I Bag that lil chick she gon do what
the private room I'm tryn see sumin
The booty hit a lil different when the bag jumpin
Turn it up a bit I bet I make it drip drop
By the end I bet I end up
feat. Lil Zane, Montell Jordan
Intro [T-Bone (Lil Zane)]
Ahh, for shiggity
Mr. Boney Bone Corleone, Lil Zane
And the one and only busta
down
Greatest to hop in the booth, now you know how
Just like Lil Baby, I hang on the low down
Too real for the others, these niggas be big clowns
(Take
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
Yo, Jam Boy Magic, Mr. Fantastic
Masterful mind, the list that I've crafted
Fresh new trick to flip, I'm Dick Dastard
Half smooth criminal
on the gas never slow down
Down, down, down
Yeah I had to go dip from my home town
Had to take a lil trip had to go round
I been chillin by myself on the low
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
on the low
wanna beat my chain gotta spend a lil mo
magic city blaze nigga wher u gonna go man
scared to see my face cuz u kno u jus a hoe man
prayin i wont
the gas so it
Might be a lil' generous
I c's like a class, nigga, read the syllabus
You and a bitch
Tell me what the difference is
I mix the Viv' red rag
[Chorus]
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
Stretch
I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I
K'dala ndi Roller nigga
I'm an OG
Now Niggas Follow Me
Aph' eKasi iVaar I Keep it Low Key
I'm an O.R.G
K'dala ndi Roller nigga
I'm an OG
Now Niggas
I been down too long
Think I need you or
I just need two cups
Mix it up fruit punch
I been down too long
Think I need you or
I just need two blunts
(Cough, cough)
I mix that Shug with lil' Leeke
Smoke 'em back-to back (Lil' Leeke)
I make that call and bodies fall
Then I drop them racks (He dead)
Smokin'
the mix, yeah
Where the chiquitas is at? Yamborghini with the shits, yeah
Lil Newport lit, Young Lord with the shits, yeah
I ain't with the game, bitch,
take our dignity
In the mix like chemistry
We look at shit differently(4)
In the mix like chemistry
Married to the money while I’m married that’s like
came across all these little ppl lil ppl right infront of me
they looked up at me and sed hey mr r u tall
i sed yes im tall but hu r u wierd little
mud[00:26.72]I'm a stud you a bluff[00:27.60]Yeah my blood is too tough[00:28.42]Yeah you played yo lil game[00:29.24]But still I got control[00:30.17]I get faded
Mrs. Jones' perm
I gotta "Hey, love" all the honies 'cause they're short term
Tallyin' the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket
For the brother,
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up?) can I do my thing
Uh, can I have a little something
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