Lyrics:
the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I
The city that I represent talkin' all that shit
Because all we do is kick it and mind our own business
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow scratchin' fools off
soldiers
I'm colding then avalanches it takes a master mind to plan this
And you're askin how I handled this with picks, shovels and axes
[Mr. Lil One]
Fool
Put both hands together thank the lord
Roll it lick it light it let it blaze
Let it blazeee
Everything good on this side (I'm trynna smoke, I'm trynna
So what the fuck gotta say
Fuck Mr. Clynch coming' straight from the playground
Lil whore got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so Chase
by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside
rollin' ten deep
And shove this shoe up in your shit far as ten feet
Creep by creep cause I'm in this shit deep
Never ever caught slippinn' bitch cause I
my pole on
Roll one up and get my smoke on
I know you niggas is lucking the drive I can tell by the things that you go for
End all my wars I don't
the smoke
You can get that for the low
Mr. Yola Man, they call me Mr. Yola Man
Mr. Yola Man, they call me Mr. Yola Man
Mix the Coco with the soda
I know
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
I'm moving A to Z, like Amazon
Woo
So, what it do
Came straight outta the 202
Mr. T mixed with DeadPool
Betta keep a tool, fool
Yeah, I heard about
the red inna mih eyeball intriguing yuh so
Mr officer Mr officer
Brethren on yuh team done tell you say mih clean yuh know
Mr officer oh Mr officer
I'm no
let's get high tonight (my lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
'Cause lil' niggas run the streets
I remember, when
I smoke chewy like a mother fucking nut
You got a gram bag get the zags and roll her up
'cause a nigga like me, can't fake it when I'm high
Get
and try to pull that dumb ass stunt
I'm hoping Mr. Loc is cool
He got his 40 and two clips to stall them fools
They fucking with a gangsta dude
They'll
Play wrong stupid fool watch you dance with the devil
My youngin's a go luny toon for a bezel
Stay slanging that iron rocking heavy with metal
I gotta
he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
'cause even
a tool
Ice on my neck drip just like drool
Not Mr T no I cant pity a fool
Shawty wrapped up like string on a spool
Rest in peace X bitch Im feelin so vool
laugh ain't a damn thing funny
When niggas talk to freaks who ain't got no money
I done smoke enough blunts fool to fill my brain
Chewy boy do me raw cut
on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
Let it ruff, ooh
Feels like anotha' one
Who you be? Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon
[Host:]
Tonight I'm standing on highway 666
Running pretends like the Cortez shipwreck
[Mr. Lil One]
Stimulated by the slow track, I think I
I spent my first two years gettin' high
By smokin' dollar joints rolled outta 1.5's
That was 'round '84, '85
Smoke all week for the dimes
Now
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
with nothin' but cigs
Not that kind you smoke
The shit that sit in your ribs
The kids bump Lil' B
I can't take y'all seriously
I'm old and crazy, Mr t
I
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