Lyrics:
Mountaintops, just let a fella have his weed, some land, and crops
Mountaintops, just let a fella have his weed, some land, and crops
Medicinally for
freestyle
Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you
the fuck up and listen to me for a sec)
While I speak facts and smoke gas
(Swisher sweets, you know I got that pack)
Like I can't cap
(Like I can't cap)
"I'd like a beer and well, I'd like to see somethin' naked"
This game's been played for centurys
Ooh, not that, not that
The sooner you'll learn,
I'm calm like da sea, I'm blowed like the wind
And now that I'm straight I'm bout to act a fool again
Get silly, get silly
Get silly, get silly
bitch ain't
nuthin' but poison man, every nigga that bitch fuck wit
somethin' happen to, she see a pinky ring shine
she up in the nigga mug piece like he
Let's go
Now we're back again for a funky ride
Ain't no stoppin' us 'cause we've done it right
US5's like dynamite
Don't you know we've got it
Bust it
This here's a tale for all the fellas
Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us
Get shot down 'cause you're over zealous
Play hard to get,
around the world but you will never find (uh)
Another shorty like mine (c'mon), shorty like mine
I tell my niggas that, uh
You got a girl but she
I'm riding clean
(Clean)
My baby she beside me
In no hurry, I chill like Dali
No, we can't ever link
(Link)
I almost died in that pussy so I never
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
Yeah, what the fuck! Jay-Z, Marcy, Brooklyn
Representin' the, what, what
Roc-A-Fella y'all, for life
Stretch Armstrong bring the noise, haha
hangin by the phone
Waitin for you to call me home
Yeah this life is so confusing crazy
Don’t know what’s been doin lately
Said that you was sick of this
wow-wow
I aint talkin bout playboy
Cuz silicone parts are made for toys
I want em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Jonny C's in trouble
Beggin
like this
Alright Jeff back to the old school lets do it, alright
[Fresh Prince]
Now I'm the Prince and that's Jazzy Jeff
We shown for years that
Whoever thought that that sweet thing born model material
That hated hot cereal could grow to be a high silly ho
Really though it's a shame for
Whoever thought that that sweet thing born model material
That hated hot cereal could grow to be a high silly ho
Really though it's a shame for
think there's somethin' I'm likin'
The way that you look in my eyes
Like no way I can tell you no, I say, "Yes"
I don't know how quickly we'll take
her ass is so big she cant find jeans
that dont look like blue jean paint
if you fit the description i just threw
listen up close this one is for you
I never asked for it
They just love me
Tall fellas
Short fellas
Big fellas
Small fellas
Your fella
Her hella
Ultimately, all fellas
I ain’t come
like that y'all
Cruisin' down the street in my jett-black Volvo
Rockin' to the radio playin' [song name]
Heads all turn as I drive by
As I wave
like this
Alright Jeff back to the old school lets do it, alright
[Fresh Prince]
Now I'm the Prince and that's Jazzy Jeff
We shown for years that
I'm an asshole flip it for the cash flow
Fella flow like mad hoes but really yo i'm mad broke
Sprewell these hoes that's a mad choke a bad joke
For
again when I buss him
Huh, man can't tell me 'bout nothin'
Must be smokin' on somethin' (bujju)
Like who told him he can do that?
35 for that new wap,
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