Lyrics:
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
R. Kelly and HOV, coke or the dope, we got the best of the both worlds (both)
I throw it up like I'm gon' hurl (Dirt Gang)
Always on, but he don't
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
my ass smile
R. Kelly got beat up in jail, good for that pedophile
I'ma miss Donald Trump, can't front, he was funny
Obama gave us trap phones,
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
Kelly's bike rumbles down
We're going drinking on the Tibetan side of town
Beggar with withered legs sits sideways on skateboard, grinning
There's
do better all by myself
[R. Kelly]
Nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah, nah
One goes through this rhyme that you
He made up his mind
That every little thing he does
Be designed to entertain you (yeah)
Ooh (yeah), his
open
No more pills and no more potion
No more being woken up
By the explosion when the commotion errupts
I sleep no more, dream with eyes open
No
rock dripaz by the morning
Trap phone singing just like Kelly Rowland
Front em the pack I told him you my broski
Servin' these hb I don't care if they OD
Made him bite the curb
Left him by the rim
Heard he was born by the river
So we gon see if he can swim
Grimm
Got some oldheads that id lie for
Got some
conclusion
You the reason R. Kelly can't recognize that he's abusive
Man, shut the fuck up, we all know you still playin' his music
Said I'm tired
G'd Up, squad up, bitches always drinking nut
Girl don't call me on my phone, if you do I'm hanging up
If you know me by now, then you know I come
mooking hard off a star
She be rollin'
Jae Flow - The Breaks
Prod by Jae Flow
Uh, Ayo give me some room
Hold up, hold up man
Ayo, I said give me some room
afternoon
And something just didn't sound right
And so I'm calling you back to check on you
How you holding up?
Oh everything is fine
You know I
oughta be a bringin' up your little girl this way."
And it was signed by the secretary, "Harper Valley PTA."
Well it happened that the PTA was gonna
about where a nigga from
Chopper in the trunk with a hunnid in the drum
Mob a nigga up, then I'm headed to Milan
Gotta catch a flight to catch me
yo uh-huh
yessir
turn everything up some more
the drums you know, the music and shit
(holla back) i'm goin for it now
(holla back) yessir
yo uh-huh
yessir
turn everything up some more
the drums you know, the music and shit
(holla back) i'm goin for it now
(holla back) yessir
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
we fucking time fly by
Damn the sun up already (til the sun rise)
Is your friend still on the way
Are you talking bout Kimmie or Kelly? (tell her
{Yeah, gettin' freaky in the club
Ladies, it's your boyfriend, c'mon}
Girl let me see your body go la la
Now back that thing up and make it go
money
Ballas, get up
You know nem hoe
When it enter that mouth,
Ready for a download
Do it like R. Kelly on the down low
I've seen it, done it,
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