Lyrics:
Yeah (What?) rich…Homie…Quan
(Thugger what?! What?)
My car goes faster than yours lil'
Nigga damn right I know it (SWOO)
My bitch she badder than
Put the talk on the beginnin' right now, alright
And then you gon' just keep goin' to the next verse
Short Dog in the house, fuckin' with my nigga
Put the talk on the beginnin' right now, alright
And then you gon' just keep goin' to the next verse
Short Dog in the house, fuckin' with my nigga
only get one chance ta get it right
{LL} Huh, that's all I need, we got two mouths to feed
{Le} You talkin about some love
{LL} To the six indeed,
blue
Got a broad in my 'lac, playing with her cat
I get her super wet - I call that a carpool
I move like a boss move
My name pull strings like I'm
Tryna
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
to a bird
When she fly by
I wanna rock you back to sleep
Like beddy-bye-bye.
Bounce in the 'lac
With your hand on my leg
Throw your bags in the back
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
right, I play wit' what I knows
Wear platinum piece and wit' the Gucci clothes
Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose, I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes
right, I play wit' what I knows
Wear platinum piece and wit' the Gucci clothes
Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose, I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes
right, I play wit' what I knows
Wear platinum piece and wit' the Gucci clothes
Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose, I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes
don't feel right, it don't feel right
I don't feel, I don't feel, I can't feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't know if I feel
be the reason why they get it right back,
And so they got
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
of the nightlife
He want a wife, he just lookin' for the right type"
Yea right, I be ridin' through the city lights
My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac tint
fifteen when I first started coppin' pies
You 46 just turnin' blood? Stop it, 5
It's like the only way to make it is supplyin' things
Hoop dreams,
cold but I know you are right by my side
handle it right
Like Iverson, the smallest thing on the team
But the livest one
Cocked loaded bust like a gun
Y'all better run, one, one!
(hook by big
don't give a damn about niggas opinion
Cause you go off what you see
Run it up run it up
By any means gotta stack it up
Bad lil bitch in the club watch
Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it right
Papi of this motherfuckin' thing, truck tight
Rollin' with my niggas, we ain't lookin' for no fights
Now
right after that
Yes, women you looking so very beautiful here today
Some of you with the same thing on from the club last night
The Lord give'th
smoking weed smokin on these trees
Keeps me at ease With these
Crazy things I see
Smokin on these trees, keeps me it seems
And I don't just where I'd
Be -
?
I had one and it was thirty five
Thousand plus one plus six makes seven
Thirty five thousand dollars and seven right?
Mothafucka can you buy that?
the drip
Hair did with the lips glowing
Look at that thing right there got a grip
She put that whole thing on me
Break a whole bed when we back to the crib I
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