Lyrics:
ever tell nobody else, I get multiple bitches
Okay, like, one, two, three, four, five
That's the number of thotties that I got on my line (Pew, pew)
like shaq (Gimmie Det)
So Imma Thug It By Myself Dets Det
Krismas money went straight to da pack (Fuck)
Made a band had ta bring 4 back
Flip Da Lil Band
futuro
Y poder protegerte
Mirame a los ojos tu
Eres la unica que entiende
Tu eres la unica
Que me hace diferente
Tu me haces hombre.
Tu me haces
why you got to keep
The game on the shelf and by all means
Look out for your legitimate work
So let me put you up on the scoop
Because suckers like
The DOC- Hey yo Dre (yeah, what's happening?)
Have you ever met this female by
The name of ah Tairrie B?
Dr dre- yeah, yeah, I met her
The DOC-
Jesus told you niggas to do?
Work for four dollars and twentry-five cents an hour
And y'all ain't stealing shit?
Well you know me, I started stealing
don't even know why
Pull up in that new Benz
Watch me when I roll by
People start to stare and
You can look but don't try
And I
I just want a piece
Smoke session live resin 4
get M's in by the shoe size
I don't fuck with y'all type of kind
I done seen all y'all dick ride
Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
And I swear
the driver's seat souped, cause it's a bentley
When I pass by, have you stuck, s.U.'s, black 'em up
Twenty-four, black rims, tires gotta fatten up
Whips, go
opps that we gon' die about this shit
I come from a place where niggas die about a diss
You ain't in the hood so we can't slide by your strip
Cookin'
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
not on the block yet fools/ you could tell i'm
fly by my postre boo/ i get into the thighs of a prostitute/ then buy her
a popsicle/ that's why i hear
featuring Mac Pheno
Chorus: Master P (repeat 4X)
No Limit is the army and we the soilders
It's an uptown thing boy I thought I
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
gotta watch your back, cause niggaz will jack
That's why I stay strapped with 4-4's
See, I'm tryin' to have enough money to turn every project into
anything to get that money
Even if she sell dope start cooking
Dancing or selling pussy it
Don't matter cause you Can't Judge Her
Ever if she got four
the meanest nastiest rootenest-tootenest blobfish to ever fly the Seven
But before that all happened there was a man by the name of Jo Jinnan Jr
That was
what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk of Dom, silk and gators
Spittin words makin
outside with F n' Ns and Dracos
Bitch Niggas never even drove by to say hello
The Stincs showed you how to pour fours in faygos
We kept it solid, never
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you
I come from Bed-Stuy
Where niggas either do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the ratchet close by
Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just
Pink toenails
Why don't I have time to paint pink toenails?
Iv'e got my pink foam curlers in my ponytail
My girlfriends have time for their pink
warm
Hasn't seen it happen since the day she was born
Reaching down for glasses that just can't be found
By the time she finds them, why they're down
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