Lyrics:
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
I'm gone
(Juicy J)
Who is that fool who be talking that shit
Sayin he down,but he diss Triple Six
If that bitch step he go get his wig split
suppose to be,
I got 99 if not 100 problems,
I could preach,
I'm unorganized unorthodox,
You cant understand me,
So just tell me what you want,
And I can
*featuring Eboni Eyes
[whispering]
TrackBoyz.
[J-Kwon]
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..ay
[Verse - J-Kwon]
Call me,
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
then us
But just here recently
My brains corrupt
One night my niggaz took me to the strip club
Bazookas
Everybody know the name of the kinda shit I'm use
niggaz gon' speak (wipe me down)
Jiggalatin I been rollin 'bout a week
You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth (wipe me down)
Black shades
Drop some dope shit blow ya heads up (damn Gracie J)
Start talking bout some money
(pay me for my time)
I got expensive habits low key
(yeah you know
[chew]
Juicy V-J when I take a bite
On my momma [on my momma]
I been movin' hot, no sauna [hot]
Do it no sweat off a java
Finna make it drop, want
ten
My story is rough, my neighbourhood is tough
But I still sport gold, and I'm out to crush
My name is Cool J, I devastate the show
But I couldn't
wanna get two partners alone
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
Got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up, and gotta pick
Yeah
(J-J-J-J-B, yeah, whoa oh, whoa no)
Now I can see it girl You ain't gotta say nothing
Your lips are calling me Like they wanna do something
Tony Montana
Maison Margiela boot right up in Manor
Wiz Khalifa da reefer, smoke by the pound
Drunk on Juicy J like I'm on the brown
Touching that
stayed awake
Goodie niggaz have the spirit of a snake
Bro got it like chin check
D.F., here to stay
Like love and hate
I'm on your plate
Eating every crumb
and swangin' Impalas
I got my money to make, niggaz a gank, gay to chase
Keys a takin', bottles of paint, pounds of flip, a bottle of steak
Nigga
Shit sound different
I'ma make it work, put in that lean
Biggavel, uh
Another black classic, Gain Greene
J Phizzle, what's good baby, (uh) yeah
Fuck
these jokers what dope is
I got the antidote to reverse and heal the necrosis
Restore the game what my hope is
All I hear is you gifted bro!
A solid Guy
(Juicy J)
For all the dirt
That I did to my wife
Forgive me lord
Each and every night
Croked cops
Pull a gun don't fight
Blow you away, leave you out
fronting
You barking like you got the town in a smash
I'd never lay down for you, faggot, nigga, you ass
Wop them niggaz that be yelling that
(I'll die for
the hottest so the
Hottest I deserved the ball
It's that Cocaine Mafia connect
Juicy J, Project Pat, Montana, roger that
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm
niggas named her "D" (Quarter Key, Quarter key)
Can't keep her ass off the streets my old lady
The one that got me pushing Mercedes
The one that
More then I weight see family
Niggaz don't make me
Since you don't make me,
Can't break me My crib 250,000
I'm living in housing and payment
I got
of vipers
This city of mines
My prettiest problem
Is a toxic little bitch
She toxic she toxic
But she bad as a MFer
My prettiest problem
Is a toxic little
the world, I was on the front raw
Run DMC show me what I wanna be
I got kicked up studio by Kool Moe Dee
The coat cross four in the tretch terrastry [?]
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