Lyrics:
news that I take in on the regular
I wish that it'd just change the way things are
Sometimes it feels like no one's alright
Wish I could make you make
Talking behind his back, you a hater for that
I don't expect nothin' less in the game of chess
You think five moves ahead and not behind
Jumped up,
at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet
Now God know my situation
He
would get it
Knew you would get it
Now tell why you will not listen to me and my vision yea
Me and my vision wait wait no
Now that we winning yea
Now
big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps
And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk
'cause a lot
the rules
Do what i gotta do so i can graduate school
If things go smooth and i bring good news
My parents but me boots, hats, clothes and new shoes
I know
Flame on its twerking time
Wreck all parties is the work of mine
Buss Down baby bend it over
Bounce that ass and move them shoulders
Sexy walk then arch
nobody walk it like you do
Make it funky for me
Do dat shit that I
Do dat shit that I like
Do dat shit that I
Do dat shit that I like
You know what
dying in your lie or you're living in your truth
My soul came alive in the booth
Realized it was time to make moves and I did so accordingly
This isn't
And every week I will be stopping by
To tell you all about my life
My perfect life
And you'll be listening
Wishing you could keep me in your pocket
Head
And every week I will be stopping by
To tell you all about my life
My perfect life
And you'll be listening
Wishing you could keep me in your pocket
Head
slipping away from me
Skip to the end and miss the best part
Flip through the pages so fast that they're tearing apart
And watch the earth move in slow
and you're mesmerized by your people
All that brown skin, all that brown skin
High like heroine
Feel that Cali wind
Pune, had the biggest show I ever
I been making hits that's gon' make us rich
I been making hits that's gon' make us rich
Ah, when I pull up. What? They choosing quick
Why? 'Cause I
it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon' make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash
Yeah,
Glocks, call 'em Nina Sky
They gon' move your body, then somebody 'bout to see you die
Bitch, don't make me violate, you gon' make me show my evil side
sapa dey make me mad
3 top 2 jeans that's all I had
Peer pressure everyday makes me sad
But I stood up I fought for myself
Miojeki gbo gbo obstacles yen
the fuck up nigga take me to the safe
It ain't no time to waste with this Magnum in ya face
Make one false move I swear the gunshots rang out
first I'ma kill
gun
[Verse 1:]
Usually the two would be
Beside me when I cruise the street
Blue your feet blue your seat
He who moves usually
Cool it be, slow your
From the doorway, I watched you sleep
Wanted me to wake you, but I couldn't move my feet
Couldn't give away that moment of peace
Didn't know what was
Nobody make a move
This kid's got you covered
He was just seventeen
Trying to get on like his dead brother
Mama couldn't do a thing for him
pooh-butt
Step to me, the cops are still diggin n****z up
What's up? What's up? What's up? You want to try your luck
You move you weave you bob you got
Laser on a 9 that bitchll just glow
Don't call my phone if the money don't grow
He can't move a zip his trap is too slow
Run up on me and I'm gon let it
89
That’s when da World Wide Web came online (Aye)
Can’t see me I’m to fast
Onna fast break gotta blast
Dribble through defenders gotta make it pass
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