Lyrics:
by the tree cuz
Chorus:
[I love it when you call me Big Poppa]
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true playa
[I love it when you call me big
by the tree cuz
Chorus:
[I love it when you call me Big Poppa]
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true playa
[I love it when you call me big
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got
It like that but peep
I be fuckin' hoes
live life contented, and not out of fear
I have ever been rejected by people I held dear
Constantly teaching myself on how to persevere
I value my mental
tell da playa hater see you later,
To my northside crew get paper,
To my midlands crew get paper,
To my up north crew get paper,
I tell da playa
to claim the title.
They want to be the bad man thug, 'cause that's their idol
Don't live by the life your not supposed to be livin, ...?
'cause 1 can
Two by two
Comin in two by two
Never been around no guys like us, it says a lot about you
Two by two
Fuck with my two live crew
Tell me everything
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
WAITIN SO LONG
(CHORUS 2x)
I'm HOT NIGGA ITS MY TURN I wouldn't TOUCH ME 'cause MY HAND
MY BURN,I'm COLD you ALREADY KNOW you CAN GO BY WAT you HEARD
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got
It like that but peep
I be fuckin' hoes
slip
That's one of you rap crews in the lip, huh?
I'm two seconds off, I'm one second lost from the six-pack
Now we put in together, we can all get that
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
[Tite]
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
a nigga horny like 2 Live Crew
Hoes get crunk for cheese, damn skippy
Like the bar kays and pay the little whippy
In they jazzy T's, bitches on they
horny like 2 Live Crew
Hoes get crunk for cheese, damn skippy
Like the bar kays and pay the little whippy
In they jazzy T's, bitches on they knees
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
moves, just like then Cubans be movin ki's
Nigga please, It's that playa CT from the A - T L
I used to live in hell, now I'm livin swell
And I pop
down/ I smoke some more and I get higher/ La,
La-la...They beat this weed and they set fire
Ganja make me loose, 'cause I'm live like a wire/ I never
Baby it's ya prerogative what you do
I don't give a damn what he think about you
All i know is one plus one is two
We can lay back while we sip a few
Walkin' round lookin' pretty
Playas call m Sidity
Fuck pitty
Chitty chitty bang bang
It's a Westside thang
Bitches get banged on
And stole on
In
the niggas in the ghetto be hatin on you cause you made it out?
Yeah son, what is that, what you call that?
Dad, that only be two words. PLAYA HATA
wrong, my music always too on
Killing all the hatas, you still wonder why youre crew gone
You aint got ambition guess its time for you to move on
I'm tryna
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