Lyrics:
Rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth
Is this the truth?
This is what we do, sip a brew
Wait around his crib until it
as my unity
and i've been blessed to have my family
I am samantha, i'm a MC
rappin with my family
love is the word I chose to use
I spread it around like
TROUBLES
Written by Leon Howse/Ger Madden/J.P. Proulx
I’ve got some troubles
Burnin’ in my head
Live like a boy, but I’m a man
Can’t change nobody
Chorus:
Now these West Coast players and we love to ball...
And these Gulf Coast Hustlers love to do it all...
And them East Coast killas ought
Chorus:
Now these West Coast players and we love to ball...
And these Gulf Coast Hustlers love to do it all...
And them East Coast killas ought
nigga get challenged for your yellin'
Get money from rap but P's be sellin'
White bitch love me she showed me her melons
Street nigga shit, I ain't
and for me to know
If you know my face salute
Parlez-vous français? Salut
Je m'appelle J-M-E
Let me show you around this jungle like Baloo
If you know my
runnin' around with a hole in they lip
Just a talkin' loud but ain't sayin' a damn
Then when I come around smilin' in my face like we pals
Nigga.. fuck
you got love 4 your hood? geah c'mon
(throw your shit in the air like you just don't care)
Can't wait to hit the gate at 3 p.m.
A 159 killers I'm ready
baby ken dawg
From the westside four-o's got love for short and my
Homeboy j-ball from the seven four from that gang
And the homeboy tracy d from
action, guaranteed raw
I hang with the rich and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
Krs-one stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love
Chillax, you know you love me
Me and my cousin runnin'
Just another dime-a-dozen mom-and-pop stop-and-shop
And, oh my god, it's gotten too darn hot
New York to the heart, but got love for all
Lie and die in the fire, where I learned to ball
Uptown is the place where I lay my dome
New York to the heart, but got love for all
Lie and die in the fire, where I learned to ball
Uptown is the place where I lay my dome
body structure
My bottom ho cries, 'cause I never say I love her
It's a cold word, thats why I p-p-p-party
My lawyer is a sneaky motherfucker, very
I know a girl by the name of Rita
light skinned Puerto Rican, I call (MIRA)
the way she moves i can't ignore
shes a porno flick on the dance floor
what you mean
Can't drive slow passin' by the P's (Breadyy)
I'm tryna flip a nigga V
They wanna oot-out, I wanna Tag (Glah)
I ain't get to finish, hope
I’m takin' just can't everybody give me
'Cause it just ain't the way that I do
By the walk and the way I talk, I’m givin' you love
The game many I loss
found out that you in love with me
Bitch, I'm a sensei, no dojo (hiya)
Got a few out in Texas that go tho
Drive by in a horse shooting, polo
Bad white
2018 I was blue
Cuz my ex bitch was lovin' on the crew
And now they tryna tell me i'm rude
Cuz I done turned this shit into some tunes
Girl my love for
fly friendly skies
Thug passion for J Doves, Henny's for Nas
Then we mix that shit, tip that shit
Pass it around, hood to hood
Everybody get with it
the love now
Hoes just wanna run round
Don't be making guns blow
Hit em with a touch down
All bout the digits
Always boost my limit
Eating up the commas
You niggas is P.I.'s , fin to get pee'd on by the king of the jungle
Nigga, what I bring won't be humble, y'all women and kids won't get no mercy
Poppy for the drugs, bitches be in love
Made it rain in the club, that bitch look just like a flub
Get three or four P's, then I might just show you love
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