Lyrics:
Street, off white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but B.K. Is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on billboard and I brought
Ruff Ryder Three, Time for the younger generation to blow
You know I brought my nigga with me
D-Block
Hey yo, it's jay hood bitch respect my bars
or three days later
My styles more dangerous than wrestling alligators
In shark infested water by yourself late at night
So if you’re having second thoughts
[Chorus: Lil Caesar]
One two y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
[x2]
One two y'all, uh, uh
Easy livin, bitches givin
always pay
I love that little pretty face
I like the way you rock that lace
By my side you always safe
I don't see no other place
So baby tell me what you
Boot
'Cause to me those are low goals
3am and she's setting the stage while peeping my live
Just to see how the show goes
My niggas are wrestlers but
what we do. X2
Verse
One two, one two three, counting pretty girls who be comin’ by me. Look around, look around and it’s all mamis, who wanna get up
Ouu yeah ouu yeah i remember i remember Ouu yeah
Remember times like this
I used to rock my kicks
Three socks deep
Just to fit them shits
Now i get
analyze my many live niggas cramming it
We throw a three pointer, while y'all niggas throwing javelins
Sweating your whole shit, feel your clothes
taking your one's
Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to live it
Will you sing me to sleep with three chord blues?
Yeah, punk rock is dead
It's gonna grow up anatomic too
Standing in your five o'clock
Waiting in your
Will you sing me to sleep with three chord blues?
Yeah, punk rock is dead
It's gonna grow up anatomic too
Standing in your five o'clock
Waiting in your
of the sun
Hit my breast
Wind rocks my hair
And calls to the west
I've no decision
Which way to be lead by?
The destiny chosen
But is my choice right?
One
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Stoned rock and rollers in the 60's.
And more than our names got changed
As the 70's slipped on by.
Now we're 80's ladies.
There ain't been much these
When you understand the concept, then you'll know; "wow
I gotta listen to this song again!"
Uhhehe
Hunned pair a Jordans but they still live by their
no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I'm hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three beans I'm on that
Don't throw stones in glass houses (Nah)
And don't throw rocks and black brilliance
I get tonnes of flak, I get millions
Um, that's only matched by
cocks
Wit niggaz that's hot wit rocks in they cigarete box
Legitamite spotz rock's on the grim rim watch
Swimmin in crops Spot hot simerin
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
sins
If six murders five, and four sees and sings, who goes to heaven?
Three lives with the guilt of two lives
Living off borrowed time
Fucking the Nine
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
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