Lyrics:
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
Take his fuckin' cheese
Count them g's
Then go overseas
To them damn Columbians make them drop it off
Say nigga please
Back to the hood
With them good
pine too and neva fake neva roll shake
cause we smoke mo blunts then our lungs can take
continue to hate and catch two A.K. shells to your face
Ain't got
(Chorus- K-Dee) x2
[K.B.]
I lay these hoes, slay these hoes
Play these hoes, never pay these hoes
Between bitches and hoes man they really
(20Rocket on this bitch, so it's gon' knock)
Shit, ooh
Goddamn
That motherfucker just hit
Good God almighty, uh
Ooh (damn, son), you got
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
(DND)
You got mr pissed off (Pissed Off)
But I'm
Still stalking her instagram (Fucked Up)
Old ones coming back ion give a damn
Two face keep your two
Name on my belt that's JXM
Slide with bro nah we GDK
Tryna take my damn 1 percent
I pop bro down like 23 k's
I don't fuck with 2 bad hoes
They twin
and the boys asked the local
radio station, or asked the ballroom dancers to come up and feature in the video. They did. Puuh, pretty
good isn't it? By the way,
a long time if you let me be
If you let me
Im just looking for a freak they can have a good time
Good time
Hennessy or e made me f**k her long time
Long
Shut up, go home and pull ya damn pants up!
As for you, Mr. Frodo of the Shire
96 G's ain't enough to retire
C'mon, I'll have enough to knock your
two steps backwards and didn't know what to think
Neither did I but bein' charitable and cautious
Well hell I approached him again
I said "Mr
a miracle"
And I say a miracle cause this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr. Soul
quick to talk shit and don't give a damn
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp across the land, better read ya' motherfuckin' press
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
a head, but ain't no screws in it (yeah, strictly representin')
(money, money, money by the ton) one motherfucker, two motherfucker
(I got a head, but
hands
Plan mid naughties I got to make
An album be the boss
But I got tied down to a job so my dream lost damn
Hey mr bus driver please take me home
But I
don't stop, stop
It's Len and Kurtis Blow
(And we're blowing up the spot)
[Sharon Costanzo] {Kurtis Blow} (D-Rock)
**samples scratched in by Mr
right away,
you will be thrilled, because the other seat is filled
by a long-standing friend of yours.
Action!
Well, here we are face to face once
hitting him in the back
Dead, who gives a damn cause when you gone
Ain't no coming back to my homies that dead and gone 2 stones
Label me a thug like
hitting him in the back
Dead, who gives a damn cause when you gone
Ain't no coming back to my homies that dead and gone 2 stones
Label me a thug like
what’s on your mind
My 2 eyes saw your 3rd eye... like K.R.I.T
Pardon my language but you the Shh
I just wanna be by your side
Be your husband you be my
told you not to call me here!
This better be some good shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a big one, it's going down tonight
But it's gonna cost you two
paper dusse
Not working on the plan b
Im sticking to the A
Boy ya fake really showing
I see your toupe
Only time they balling
Is my player 2k
What you
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