Lyrics:
business like show business when the Indiana’s great is screamin’
1 Hater 2 Hater 3 Hater… 4
By the end of the day I need 40 or more screamin’
1 Hater 2
them rings
Focused on me and crew
Ain't got a pass to come through
Fuck what you do
Shaquille energy but 5'2
I'm betting shirts and they blue
Look
Headed straight for the dream like alley-oop to Shaq
Got the liquor in the back
The money in the bank
Two top twins call it Ash plus Cate
Now I'm on my way
over you
Live from a crater it was a booth
Woah, coming live from the dark side
Drive bys we don't park rides
Cut ties where a snake lies
If you be
too live
I just got done doing Burbank
Feel like I'm on a show living 2 lives
Tru that Tru that
Pour the Cristal won't get your boo back
I Carrey that
saying???????......)
Same ol' same ol' thing baby bubba
What you say what you thought was really going on you don't know
Right right but you got caught by
chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illin' and root for the villain, huh
Plus, every morning, I go out and love it,
goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA
it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA with your bae, chuck up the deuce
Feelin' like I
fly shit since I was 5 years old
On some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh shit
Toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit
the average man but I'm top choice
Kill competition when they listen just by the sound of my voice
CHORUS (2x) to fade out
Better keep your hammer right by your side
I gave you the best flows
On top of that, I even made niggas set goals
I want to know how many bullets can
br)
Step out from the side these 忍者s hide
I need you taking bout a thousand lives (Go head do that for me)
Like a tank if you can't
You ain't in my crew
love to break a nigga
Send 'em upstate 'cause they
Straight-up hate the niggas
So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggas
Straight fools into rules and do
to sleep like this here
Seventy-two like as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin' about how I'mma tip
They ass up out the basket
Belligerent glass
our turn to play calypsos
Yo me and you meet me by the two
A war goin' on that's involvin' the crews
Bring both your arms Rel and Moose down in
the private trackers
Upload the utmost P2P cutthroats
Uh oh, we didn't allocate enough floats
Have an upboat!
This isn't a crash by fast learners
This is
see me jammed
This fast life I really live it
It's a race to the top
Every single day I wake
I'm just chasing these dollars
I'm taking what I got coming
to the Top You Got it Down Lil' Mama!
Uh uh uh uh, yeah, Aye
It's Jeepo, Paow!
Yeah, yeah
One, uh two, uh, three, four, big five
Bitch, try to diss, I be
imma fuck up your life
Break your dreams into crumbs
Either live by the
Code or you die by the gun i know Moria mad
But it's up and it's blood either
the musical Youth like Beenie Man longside J
Sing for the girls dem night or day
Moving out the girls dem way
Zagga zagga zen na na
We na play
Drop top
me
Slim doll u a bad jawn
Touchdown ina uptown
Wul crew fulla gunman
Da gyal ya bad like jim brown
Go baby go baby go
Tell a gyal u nuh d 1 nor 2
Who
worst than that
Is either jail, with no bail!
It ain't hard to tell, these fakers turn to snitches on they crew
When they see that you on top, they just
the same old two step
While Omegas doin' the same old Q step
I had my money on my mind
I was thinkin' green
She a pledge, AKA, she was pink and green
I want
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