Lyrics:
and round we go when 'em thangs pop
We motivate with that head bang
Indo smoke, like that flavor
Light it up and it's in rotation
Mary say that we
found off the beach, wit holes up in they body for tryin' to
Double cross me
I could move across seas, and outta state
Smokin' weed
Hand yo ass an 8
explosive
If I go dragon on them
I see that the standards broken
In my bag the bag is open
Point period can not close it
My gift to the rap game
My gift
?)
Give me a beatbox
Hip hop, hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
From the Hip Hop Shop to Maurice Malone (uh-huh)
Ten years later, I'm still in
Eye-see you Rock and the rest of the Action Posse
Special thanks to DJ Marley Marl
And Tim Westwood rockin things out in U.K.
(Okay, I'm loosin up now)
refused
Had a chick Uptown, one in Queens and one in Jersey
Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie
But yo I still wasn't happy
I seen a lot
Once upon a time in Dallas Southeast, The PG.
Growed up strong, black and broke oh please believe me.
When I say, smoking on that hay was living in
to still run in the street
Back in the day, you know a raw nigga like me don't play
I'ma blue B L A C K black-ass nigga
Suck my dick an' make it bigger
As I
I still drink 'til I end up being that klutz
Clumsy, self-destructive dummy
Stumbling over my words, mumbling
I'll probably do it tonight
Leave
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man
Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can
want, right now
I'm too gone to stay around
Switching up my style
Now our faces never stick around
A.K.A, never hold you down
A.K.A, can't figure it out
the cases, we made our own playlist
Before there was a playlist just by clicking on your favorites
I'm up all night with FM radio and patience
Sharpie in my
O.D
Yeah
And fuck a little bitch I want it all
Made up my mind in junior high bitch I'm trynna ball
Remember Game when he dropped that Documentary
He
to stay
I just dropped by to say goodbye and now I'm on my way
I've been runnin' around with you
And I've played all of the games that you asked me to
Now
still terrorize the game, bring the pain
Still living my thundom range
Ready to ball, don you ain't steady you fall
On the down low your found low in
Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin
Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens
Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass
Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin
Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens
Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass
BAGGIN UP THE LOHAN
I WAS STICKIN TO THE PROGRAM
IN HER BODY MAKING BITCHES SOUL DANCE
H O O K
IM THE HOTTEST, IN THE TOWN
YEA, UH
IMMA BURN IT,
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
who saved hip hop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
They say the game f***** up and the records ain't sellin'
It was bad in 06' gettin' worse
even know
I ain't hand over enough a whole thing since '94 (damn!)
We ain't trippin' we'll swap it out (swap it out)
If its still in the rap we'll
the crib he built
Kim K gon' fuck around and get Pete Davison killed (just sayin')
Picture Pete pullin' up in Kim K's Wraith
Then Ye walk across
Yep [Trina]
G's up [Lil Scarppy]
Im back [Trina]
Trina trina [Lil Scrappy]
That's Right [Trina]
I done stepped my game up and sexed my frame up
Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin
Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens
Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass
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