Lyrics:
your knot, trying to get what you got
When the rain and the pain gon' stop
Standing on the porch early, no shoes, selling blow in my socks
And I was
don’t do it like this no mo
That shit don’t hit no mo
Tell me what you really do this for me
They don’t make real shit no mo
They don’t do it like this
it all
Gypsy feel it all, never see me coming cause I ain't very tall
Blow the whistle like I'm too short
Now I'm rapping like I'm too short
Doesn't
music turn a one into a dub
Remember when they didn't like me
Now they tryna show love
She told me come to the club because it would be fun
Hoe give me my
what's real
All for the sake of
Living and lying
'Cause it runs our lives
Situated and complicated
While the charmed survive
And now we're ready to blow
pimp life, I chose to live the pimp life
People ask me question 'bout this
People ask me question 'bout that, say what?
I'm a handsome John
[whistle blows]
[female] Slaughter
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Poppa-Poppa Pistol stuck his dick in Momma Missile
and created Mr. Got-to-Get-You if he opposite just
blow that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I love it
'Fore I get lost with the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get
getting scary for y'all niggaz now) what's good
There go the apple of my eye, my black butterfly
Don't try to pass me by, like you do them other guys
me (what?), Beef it was finna be
My appetite for destruction is finnicky
He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes
Rocked
the whistle, let it off
But never draw when I do it, I'm the victor like it's Vaughn
Not Vincent, non-committed
So they don't pass Pat the ball when they pick
Save it I know who wrote me off
Khingz was suppose to blow when Geo quote his song
Gave people my soul and folks chose to pawn
But K is a poem wrote by
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
beneath me
I got to teach these niggas a lesson I guess you could call me Feenie
I stay with the Nina, I'm not John Cena, tell a fuck nigga come see me
sucks
The bitch sucked dick, so much dick
I loved to get my dick sucked by that bitch
Me and homeboy roll to the hyatt
Shit went crazy when they had
like she hit the lotto, tell her cash out
And she won't let nobody get between us
And shorty give me head like a fuckin' genius
We triple up the bread
the back I got identified
That's cause I know they got problems they won't tell me why
I don't feel like dealing with it they gon' kill my vibe
I run it
and load your pistols
Pull out your best crudentials
Cuz this'll, be the official for the fake tissue
Doggy dogg and big Swizz'll, nigga blow the whistle
a trick to find 'em
When the people around me continue dying
Granddad was in the twilight of his life
When he closed his eyes tight and opened his wrists
mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my shit don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's my
mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my s*** don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's my
They keep starting to astound us
Lucky us we didn't blow up in our twenties
The money by them was panties
We were chipping ramps to Grammys their life
telegram
Snoop Dogg told me that
Now blow me back while I'm pimpin' on this funky track
Bang ES, we givin' it up, got the bitches singin' the rest
We
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