Lyrics:
I stood in line and left my name
Took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
Said they'd let me know
I put in my
out like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear men down like Roger Moore
still
All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me!"
By then the taillight was all you
to accept."
[B.G.]
Greetings, hot girl - what's happenin' on your end?
As for me over here, you know a nigga chillin'
Besides that, sweetie, I'm just keepin'
Wants to get it jumping?
I can gets that for ya
It's me, please wouldn't believe
The ease that I run through them suck MC's
B.Dub like fist to gloves
he got?
There ain't no reason for the flow switch
I wanna reminisce I gotta stay focused
And I can speed it up and try
To give you something that is
(These are the ones my-, my-)
(These are the brakes) (my-, my-, my-)
(My-, my-, my DJ cuttin')
A mother gets mugged by her crackhead son
(That
You like You like
You like You like
Uh
I'm picking a part everything She would like in a fella
You get a camera I'll say cheese but ain't no
and I pull my pants up
And the hoes wanna ride when I go
I know that you're cool
Let me lay you down right
See you tryna figure out who I sound like
Been
of the bus,
She told me she could make it to my house by twelve,
So we could get it on, just amongst ourselves,
She came to, I had a blunt to blow,
After that
attention
40 talk like E.F. Hutton... shhhh, people listen
Man that boy there right there be clownin he do the foo!
Hustle Charlie water that playa there
see the pieces of the puzzle through the sand & blots
Rorschach the court like Shaquille O'Neil, who's matchin' the big fella? Got bars that kill
Got -
a candle lights his head
He's lookin oh so pretty and so nice
He looks like he's asleep
It's a shame that he won't keep
But it's summer and we're runinng out
cham, it's Carlos
And to that man I propose a toast
In the 60's, he had lots of freebie sex
But now he's gettin' down with the d-v-x
Excuse me fellas!
Am
Ay ay ay ay fellas you seen that fine lil thang over there, Movin her body like she knows every nigga up in this mf's watchin her,
Ready, this is
riches
See these haters throw salt 'cause they superstitious
When it rains it pours yeah I know the sayin' fella
So like Morton's Salt, I brought
To label wrong or right by the people's sight
Is like going to a loser to ask advice
And by basing your plans
On another man's way of living life
Is
know, that's my sound yo
No one can rock it like this, we put it down yo
For who? Black, white, purple or brown yo
It's Mos, De La, and Touch, we hold
네가 무엇을 하든 I will kill for
내가 무엇을 하든 I'll be real for
똑바로 봐 이게 바로 니가 바 바란 beast mode
남자는 담배, 여자는 바람 필 때
I smoke beat this a beat smoke
Who
cause I'm the fella you came in with
Luck be the lady tonight
[performed by ADMoney]
Yo I got somethin' in my freegin' pocket, watch it
It's fun
im anti wack
Wether indie or major and their ain't to many fans like that
I said pray for the sunshine warmth today
But the cold rain cloud gon
out like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear men down like Roger Moore
to empty the nines out
D batteries for the radio to blasties
Hit's by the oldies, eating macaroni
Ladies playing cards, yo the fellas play dice
Horse whip
all about it
I'm on that paper route
Stop in front of your bitch house
She triffling, that pussy like vitamin
Good for my life, man I had to try it
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