Lyrics:
they tryin' to diss like they on that
Call my nigga Lil' Mr. Push, lil' bro fro back
For real though, this bitch mad cause I ain't tryna' pay her fee
I
'm an Uptown nigga for life!
[Chorus]
[2nd Verse-Lil Ya]
Nigga I just touched ground I gotta get Uptown
I'm strapped and yeah I'm trapped, pushin' weight
Ralfy, you blind him, that lil' nigga think he Paul Wall
Big juice cup, lil' nigga I'm magic, Don Juan, ugh
Man, these niggas with the talking
Poured in
Hey Hey I don't want to be,
another silly Mr. Bean
Hey Hey I don't want to be,
another silly Mr. Bean
I know It's part of human bias feeling like
shot, but spit that fire at her"
I see Pimp Ant, tryna shoot his lil piece of game
Big Chiefa holding down the whole city mane
Mr. Maintain said, "fuck it
Cry for me
Silly lil bitch would you die for me
Lately I been tryna make you proud of me
City on lock gave you all the keys
All I need I want
Peace
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
fuck you up
Had to disappear for a while shit got a lil' hot
Guess who's back on the block
Mr. Big Stuff laid back in the cut
One hand on the burner
you sexier than me lil thot no you not
Oh no you not (No you not)
Ay mans no you not (Woah)
You a silly thot
I don't know what you thought (Woah)
Cause I keep a drummy
And I'll surely dump it
All that cash, bitch, run it
That new watch, bitch, run it
That lil' chain, bitch, run it
Them car keys,
the you-know, I'm Cerritos, silly ho
Swoop G by the fuckin L-be's-see
None of these nigga wanna fuck with these (aah)
Swoop G, Swoop G, G
JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls out
these lil silly ass dramas
Go and take it with your clique
Leave me, Hakuna Matata, uh
If there's anything y'all should know, I don't give a fuck
I'll be
toilet always clogged
I'm mr right
How the fuck is you always wrong
Check my pockets bro
Swear to god my paper always long
Yeah, you never catch me not
to happen
But regardless how it play
You know I'm bouta say
Get silly get loose
Come on lil mama
Go on show me all yo moves
Someone grab the Willie
I cut off the traces
Pay the dough, fight the system, no odds in the case, and I go
Identify me wit' murder detectives
These silly lil niggas, my
to kick it with him, probably
I don't really hang like that but okay
Months pass by, girl, he told me that he loves me
Then you slay, it must feel good
Made
and took off with mine
Silly rapper, if I have to get up on this mic and slap you
Don't be mad cuz I'd be glad to send the CrapGod down the crapper
We gon'
behind, bad enough to skip the line
But to me she just a nine
I hop up out that double o you can call me Mr Bond
Bitch I am a monster I belong on district
ugh
Over
Over
Over
OVER
Every good lie has a lil truth in it
Like every bad bitch got a lil youth in em
I get established i could get a few million
to kick it all the time with me
She steady rolling on this ride with me
Hey
Say she wanna ride with me
I tell lil mama she can slide with me(Slide with me)
a fashion show, you know
It's all I love like McEnroe, but sorry I have to go
One time, yo
Meet Mr. International on the runway more than a fashion show,
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
done a lot of hours
Can’t let no label bring me down
They tryna steal my talent
Don’t call my phone about no bullshit
I ain’t got a minute
lil boy I
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