Lyrics:
makin'
(Show stoppin' emcees)
Neva fakin', keep on
MC P O, people call me Pooh
When I'm bustin' up the party I'ma rock fa you
9th is cuttin' up for
Up north i got em sayin its popular by demand hey
Who is you to tell me that I ain't makin it Im a get it even if it mean takin it
Hustlin all day
Got no reason to believe in you
But you sure sell that line
Practiced all your moves, I can't refuse
It happens every time
And I ain't makin' excuses
' mine
'cause in 99
I ain't wastin' no time
Makin' that money
While I'm pushin' my line
Design to prime nigga
Nigga with the automatic status
Daily
mind rotate at a degrees, it's unlikely
Dat u can comprehend it, so much dat I present it
Even when I'm sleepin man, I represent it
Makin the doe,
at the same time
It's off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin' bimbo
So quit knockin' at my window, you nympho
Maniac, bring it back, now shake it up
And she likes makin love
We do both til the sun comes up
And we always get enough
Champagne by the lake baby
It's gettin late baby
I'm still wide awake baby
she would count up this cheese for me
It's going down like I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin' money 'cause this honey is good
I need a down ass
she would count up this cheese for me
It's going down like I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin' money 'cause this honey is good
I need a down ass
your breath won't lead to young death
Fuckin' up shit and shit by the killin'
For a nigga labeled as bein' a motherfucking Villain
But you don't know
to fuck it up, I should get a cease and desist
By tomorrow, hell, the cat might pull up and charge you
The clique with me, nigga, might pull up in charter
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Daddy was never there, so I had to step up as the man of the house
I started to run my pen, while a whole lot of niggas was runnin they mouths
Now I
love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make a video
the coming of another grand larceny
Pardon me, you niggas ain't even a little hard to me
Shit I spit'll slice you all up in yo main artery
For the simple
of
Another grand larceny pardon me
You niggas ain't even a little hard to me
Shit I spit'll slice you all
Up in yo main artery
For the simple fact we didn't
her name is Coenita from Higgins
I really hate to let you down
So I'm makin up some time
And I promise, I'll be by your side
I'll be by your side
I
Rappin' On The Mike, Makin' Cold Cold Cash
With A Jock Spinnin For Me Called D.J. Flash
Signin' Autographs For The The Young And Old
Wearin' Big Time Silver
a reality!
And I'm on that lifetime spending spree!
(Pre-Chorus by Quad & Konatiq)
Quad : Makin' plans!
Konatiq : Hand in hand!
Quad : Cooking up the fire!
[INTRO 1]
(Sunshine)
(Sun, sunshine)
(Sunshine)
(Sun, sunshine)
[INTRO 2]
This right here is the remix
And I think that it's time
Turnin' up
this how the story goes, I
Thought I gotta get up out of this hole and
Did it in a minute, bounce up and go then
Say I'd play a bit of, house with a hoe
It's really hard for me to trust I heard too many lies
And even though it hurt I never could regret them times
It help me knowing that at least I
bodies to kill
I swear that this is too real
Still get respect in the hood
Whenever I pull up we good
Homies be selling some goods
Walk in my block you
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