Lyrics:
anga-yangna-baba"..."wha?"..."BABA-BABA-BABA!"..."WHAAAA???". Fuck! (lets out frustrated grunt) By the time I've got that far, I'm fuckin' totally fucked. Because I'm p..., I'm not payin' attention to my gig...
before, yo, we boys
[Chucky Smash]
Down with the Sheep, roll out the black carpet as we spark it
One, two, check it out, uh, right on target
Aim for
to close, so she puttin' on a show
We're all stumblin' out the parking lot
Still goin' up at the afterspot
It's yo boy, Juicy J, I'm that wicked lover
Got
hollow
I cave yo whole fuckin' chest in
My nigga young Lay
Hold it down
It's goin' down
Like Holyfield and Tyson
This is for them bitc ass hatas
I'm
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the O-G's
You fall to the ground and beg
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
in school
She was hot as Alabama in June
Wasn't long before I was knockin' on her door
And we were goin' down Hannah Ford Road
Yeah, it always
of that
Bring it on nigga to this motherfuckin M-Town
Click click boom then you feel your body fall down
Don't be trippin wit these Hyde Park gangstas
to fall down
Because you see it's the monotony that's got to me
Every afternoon like the last one
Every afternoon like a rerun next to Dot Hook
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
just not relate
I got a poll, maybe I'll take off his nose
Send him to outer space
I'm goin' up, but that boy is gonna fall off
I am not out-of-date
Ah,
me would you get down
Would you really do it
Or would you buy the head
To block out the pain
That's Shits cheap And sweet pussy sugar cane
Let's
trill, boy, you ain't real
Everything goin' up like a motherfuckin' hill (talk to 'em)
Hit it from the front, then I grab her by the neck (uh)
Nutted
creep, niggas goin' down for the count
It ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money out
Come on fella, you don't want the dog with the camp
Not Old
just what you're goin' through
(Know just what you're goin' through)
You wish that you were never born
(Wish that you were never born)
You've got
stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be
on that player shit (Oh)
I heard around the town you were still down with it
(Oh nigga, please)
If you think I don't know, sugar let me tell you so
(Oh
It's your body, what I'm goin' off
Say you go ride it, just don't fall off
Yeah I done had a lot of women
They tell me what they can do
But can you
best use it
(Yeah)
We really out here walking up, they really out here gunning down
Really want equality, they scared we seek revenge now
(They scared,
who you wanna stroke
Just as long she down, if she not, fuck it, then run along, boy
It's too many fish to be pressed about a bitch
I'm stackin' too
like you never were here
Every single time that I pass by you
Every single time that I look out for you
Every single time I think I'm goin' down
Every
that by the dozen
I'm 18 with a crown, not out here Chasing love man
Not out here chasing love man
I done grew up in the trenches
I done seen niggas do
show you a Mexican stand off
Between just these two amigos
'Cause neither really wants to say what we're thinking out loud
But I sure as fuck think I
to cap on you,
I wouldn't even sweat it cause you'll be through
Lookin so far up, you might fall down
Gettin clowned by the hound from east Oaktown
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