Lyrics:
get high
I might wave hi..
.. at a pretty young girl that walk by
But yo, you all that, you can't stop?
A-with the weave in your head like a mop?
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
(soldier)
In the range, they holdin' my shoulder
I know what to do, I'm keepin' it kosher (shh)
Pree it, we gotta go load up
We can glee it like Kodak
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
with self love
Everything that I see draws me
Though it's only in You that I can truly see
that its a feast for the eyes - a low blow to purpose
And I'm
Bae, I love the face you makin' when I'm in your stomach in front of the mirror (ay)
And we had an argument, I'm solvin' it when I rip from the rear
Hey MR DJ can you play another slow jam
Play it for my baby
Hey MR DJ what up DJ
In case you didn't know you're boy Junes the playa
I like
Hey MR DJ can you play another slow jam
Play it for my baby
Hey MR DJ what up DJ
In case you didn't know you're boy Junes the playa
I like
can't hold it, no
It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him
The money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em
Get love in the strip club
Gotta
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Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
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respond
Since day one I've been straight up and I told you I love you and it wasn't a fuss
I guess me makin' you cum and hitting it raw
I guess that
got the juice hop out the coup
See me in somethin new oo
Look at the shoes look how I move
Makin ya girlfriend choose
Ultra smooth Feelin like I cant
shit here
Makin' more in a week than a doctor makes in a year
So why not call myself a nigga?
It's better than pullin' the trigger and goin' up the river
got dope dick bitch I'm B.G
Gettin' BJ's from your B-M while the DJ play my CD
Got a bitch up in the bed gon' make it squirt and touch the TV
Skrrt
and the Range
Every rap metaphor always ends in my name,
The Kool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts
Before I was born they was talking 'bout The Game
Ask a Jay-Z fan 'bout
[DJ Quik:]
Ay, come here miss lady
Check it out, well meet me half way there now
Damn, check this, look
I already know your name is Sheila
Cus I
hand)
I know you sicker than sick-ahh
When you see the rims flick-ahh
The paint drip off, ice in my Range glitt-ahh
I straight flipp-ahh
The cheese
hand)
I know you sicker than sick-ahh
When you see the rims flick-ahh
The paint drip off, ice in my Range glitt-ahh
I straight flipp-ahh
The cheese
with no punk crew, bleed
Enemies and my range is on
You're in the danger zone
My fuckin' game is strong, now hotline
You suckers better find ya mind I
love 'em
In a trunk is where I stuff 'em
Suckas run they liquor, I deliver nigga hollow thangs
Ain't got no feelings when I'm killin' cluckers busta
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
ya
Oh me, oh my, oh mama-mama Mia
Whip in the range when he's in range
Boutta blow his lights out
We got the change, makin it rain
Guns is hanging
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah!!!!, Da Mafia 6ix, 8-Ball & MJG, Yeah! M-Town Shit, DJ Paul up in dis muthafucka!
TWhy up in dis muthafucka!
J-Green up in dis
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