Lyrics:
an opp then I fuck on his widow
Then catch me a flight, turn to Lil' Jon and get low
I go ham, but no pork on my fork (Alhamdulillah)
Took a jet from LA
(it's us, baby)
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na (for real)
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na (for real)
I guess you wonder where I've been (huh, where I be)
I
(it's us, baby)
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na (for real)
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na (for real)
I guess you wonder where I've been (huh, where I be)
I
Yea okay yea lets go
Na na na na na na
Yea okay yea lets go
Na na na
Okay rip that flip that
Split that get one in
I just hopped out the coupe
of my bros with assists the pick and roll
I’m moving like nas I’m illmatic
All of my niggas be wildin
I feel like jon snow with the wildlings
We all about
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
Intro: Trillville (Lil Jon]
(What, ugh)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho
chillin,
And his bank roll 24 million
Go head and call her,
My pockets longer,
My walk is colder,
Nigga know I ain’t trippin,
Knew you keep other
lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggas dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
[Ice Cube]
Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation
[Nate Dogg]
Na na na na na na na na (Westside)
Na na na na na na na na (oh oh)
Na
get it for Mr. Crawfordson
They call me really really doe, ain't no hoe in my blood
A couple slugs bitch you thugs'll give me a hug
Real gangster niggaz
[Nas (Timbaland)]
(What?) Ever been in love? (C'mon)
Yeah, are you ready? (uh) For something real?
(Say what?) Cause it can't be fake
This ain't
in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamond diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of chain
[Lil Jon]
Yea
This shit right
come in town
She aint ever let a n***a down
aye yeah
cye, Rolls Royce truck cost a hunnid
Bad lil bih, why you frontin'
Getting my money on the front
It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf with' me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's time to crank the club up
Let's go! Yelawolf
You
bread around me
I don't really care about what they say about me
my lil people gon' leave a n***a dead bout me
I'ma drop a pack on all my n****s
Tell
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
Hey Lil? Jon, know we tell these boys
When they campin' out with the blunt, right?
We tell ?em puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff,
or the strap around your ankels
Jangel Jangel Jangel
Call that lil bitch bow jangel
Juicy like fruit or dosh like coup Deville
Used to get loose on the goose
(Nas) I'll call you back baby
Chorus 2:
Aaliyah + (Timbaland)
You won't see me tonight (Say what?)
You won't see me tomorrow (Say what?)
I'll be gone by
[Nas] + (Timbaland)
(What?) Ever been in love? (C'mon)
Yeah.. are you ready? (uhh) For somethin real?
(Say what?) Cause it can't be fake
This
haters
You know we doing well, well (well)
OK
Did the work, put the time in
Screech by I'm like Dustin Diamond
Now I got girls all across
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