Lyrics:
and Tim, me and him
We rocks out, oh you p do that
No shoes, just some socks out
Relaxing in the club, DJ'ing
Playbacking, everything that I do
They don't
and that’s by boat or water plane
Well I had a friend who stayed at Hiltons. Said he wanted to go
So I said love to have you. First set down there’s a few
men on a dollar huh
That's the sign that I don't fuck with niggas like a swastika
In the club with big bottles and pyrotechnics
Wrist cold cryogenics
on This rhyme, niggas can't buy my Time, can't bang
My line, ain't bothered by a boss Nigga buying both bottles cause he Wanna big dine, hey
Huh, nigga, let
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
the crowd going everybody singin' (hey)
Me blowin' like its legal surrounded by all my people
But the best part of the club is
When ya move ya body
Through the old Racquet Club archway
Tennis anyone again?
I was never one for trying to win as it seems
B-R-O-O-K-L-Y-N
We gang bang and ride down on niggas(Pow hot!)
Dogg Pound on niggas
Who shot ya?, big dog gotcha
I'm notcha average nigga in the yappin'
Folks
You know
From Charlie Brown to Brown Charlie
You know what I mean
It’s that smart shit that Prince shit
The tab shit you know what I mean
Big headed
full of drugs smoking bud song
You anticipated bang shoot em up song gang sign reppin in da club killa thug song
Ooh yeah clright
Don't Be Late Baby
style real serious
What you think it ain't that serious?
I bang clubs and streets it's getting hot
See Mack won't stop until Mack's on top
Young
still catch me hangin' out
In the muthafuckin' club
One love (One love, nigga!), sippin' Moet
Holla'in at cha bitch (Beeyatch!)
All by my lonely,
Saturday
She said, "I have my tennis club at ten o'clock
Do you think around eleven would work for you?"
You know I never have anything happening
And I'd
know nothing
You do dirt you get that dirt my nigga call it repercussions
Live by the gun you die by the gun bang like a drum
Grip that forty with two
Crip walk
Bang hard, run yards, flip cars
Cause you fucking with millionaires
Big stars only clocking a grip will make our
Dicks hard i come through when
thang
I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main
Brown
automatic weapon spray
Niggas want to touch it see if it's real
Motherfuckers want to test with a gee and get let out
left on the floor of the club like
back
In the strip club with them racks
Ho know that I got that sack
Elegant thuggin'
Honey take in that Louis luggage
I'm big pimpin' like Pimp C
wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Ooh wee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
To the bang-bang boogity, up jump the funk
When I bang big bullets, I
too big, we gon' aim at his fitted (gang, bang)
Look, I cannot wait 'til we catch 'em, we get 'em
I call up Billy, I pass it he wet 'em
I'll just
eyes on gangsters
With hot gaping spaces
Hands full of aces, pockets on swole
Glassy-eyed aiming from my own grassy knoll
Leave JFK’s head just a big
to a fuckin' clown
And call up big flash Gunz like badass, bodybags and trashbags
Exotic smoke, yeah bitch that's that fuckin' gas pack
Unsolved murders
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