Lyrics:
payed by dollars and cents
On my mama, you don't make sense
Crashed the whip, it got 3 dents
Yall boys two faced, Harvey Dent
Yeah brand new tints, 5%
Got
party come and shake your body
If you wanna party put 'em in the air
Over there, over there
Yo I'm tryin' to live my life the largest
Vipers in garages
shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by
And trap by, Night
Eight to, Five That's my work, Life
Shout out, Jim Jones We all about, That vamp life
But thank God, That curfew's Over I could, Trap
the monkey from off my back
15 cents minus 5 is a dime
Sexy young ladies, let's intertwine
Greg N-i-c-e ran it down the line-line
[ VERSE 2: Preacher
to blast off heat
Quik told me to be all I can be
Nate is my dogg him and warren g
They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat
And even 50 cent said
they call Captain Slave-a-Hoe
Or J to the Ro, from Tha Likwit crew beer roll
And speakin' of crews, yo whose next to lose
Instead of five mics, I'd
by my health
Cheech, Chong
We blown, high I'm Elon
Big bong, bad spirits be gone, we go
Bust down boogie
Tha party getting litty
On the table swinging'
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna party, let's party, you wanna freak be a freak
You wanna creep, we can creep tell me where should we meet
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna party, let's party, you wanna freak be a freak
You wanna creep, we can creep tell me where should we meet
Record the fight
What you got put on the weed? That nigga
Only said fiveTook a petty-ass loss, boy
I can't believe you cryin'
If the opps in this party
with two cents would know I'm
A hardcore player from the streets
Rapping about hardcore topics
Over hardcore drum beats
A little different than
My nature
Freaks flocking by my side when I pop out at night
Party favors
Double shot poured in my cup got me feeling right
Popping out for
and a strawberry bazooka,
5 for a haircut, and they can make it thorough,
And 50 cents can get you anywhere in the borough,
Karate movies came on Saturdays at 3,
muthafucka were you at
Dippin' on swayze wit my niggas from tha set
The blunt went out but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze
Bitch get paid
Wait for that
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
inviting they smiling
But shit
They gon show face
Tell em the party is litt
They playin my shit
Pull up real quick
Just to see how it is
Oh issa dub thas
almost died over some coochie
(Say What?)
Brown skin, it was this cutie
She threw a party at her crib, told me come through but
Dammit, I knew better,
or hang up to decline
Verse one:
Whattup gangstas, how tha fuck y'all feel
We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your steel
Let them caps peel, one by
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
a party hat, running on the map
I'm a thunder cat, put ya tongue on tha, cold glass just poor one more and pass it
Or get ya ass kicked, I flip the magic,
fights at school
Whoever came and made it there fresh was cool
So that taught me
I started stealing dean's walkie-talkies
Five cent a chip
the stench
We get them grammies in by the cents
Popping the xannies like I got no sense
Ratchet city bitch I come from the trench
Fuck up the mall now I feel
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