Lyrics:
whips (skrr)
Drop me a four then take me a sip (ride)
It takes too good, every day I say I quit (damn)
Pull up in a Challenger, Lambo on my wrist
slinging slasher by my side ain't no Captain Hook
Flying Dutchman in the whip we got his soul took
Bully nose K fold his body like a Chromebook
Old Man
Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how the hell you think we livin?
How you
hood, but it's all good
And Mr. Rogers ain't got shit up on my neighborhood
I represent nothin' but G's (G's)
From Richmond, California all the way
[Mr. Pookie]
Comin up tha muthafuckin block, its tha Undertaker
Jus throw yo hands in tha air, don't move a muscle I won't hesitate ta
Jus let you
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Look at Mr. Fly Guy
Passin' all the ladies by
Wonder if he sold another pack
To a homeless guy
If you see the Fly Guy
Don't look into his eyes
They
damn, hoe)
(Shut the fuck up)
(Here we) (here we)
(Gon' be some shit)
(Here we go again)
[ VERSE 2 ]
The first thing you ask yourself is why do I
K to the U to the to the BB
Let me tell you 'bout the best game on the planet baby
Tossin' dowels so good it's got you hypnotized
I'm like a baseline
Or maybe J-Snow and that girl get killed
Would you two shut the
I mean
Young ones
No more interrupting
This is where the story gets good
He he he he he
Not
I might cry tomorrow but the blues is just the blues
I might weep in sorrow but I'm Mr. Cool, I'm Mr. Cool
I might hit the gravel but I tie my shoes,
One, two, three, pop, pop
One, two, three, pop, pop
One, two, three, pop, pop
Mr. Davis
One, two, three, pop, pop (okay)
Yeah (woo)
Okay, okay
an island
[Chorus x 2]
[Ludacris]
Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little; make
me the stress relief
Kontraband
It sell more than rice and peas
Kontraband
Feels so damn good to me
When all those fucking dogs sniffing me
dirty, just like u.g.k.
4 tech 9s, and a muthafuckin ak
Niggaz ain't playin, down south bitch we bout it,
I told y'all niggaz in 96, damn, don't y'all
shit you betta not forget
Verse Two: Eazy-E
Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
the list
Ion pop Percocets, I rather get it jumpin' off the Liq'
Just made twenty-two hunnid on Kyrie Irving, Mavericks
I came a long way, don't pass
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(spoken)cant you tell by the sound im _____
CHORUS
Mr.Incredible
got me sayin to my momma you dnt know him like i
:]
Kells make it hurt at the same time feel good!
Label me a bad boy, true but I; m damn good
I'm rich as hell but I'm straight up out the damn hood
F**k
the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
your eye
I'll pack two shakin' baby syndrome
I got these rappers so shook
My pops wasn't 'round
But least he gave me good looks
Drop head Phantom,
violent
But she's goin' through my drawers to plant the K-Y in
I'm gettin' accused by a whore
Who smells like St. Ides and
Who has probably screwed five
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