Lyrics:
Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that
flies like a dove
Won't come back without a sign from Heaven above.
This nine-to-five work is giving me the blues
Wanna get my picture
the dynamic duo ONE4FIVE
This public service announcement was brought to you by the honorable Mr. Melee
The admirable Sir Jewlz
And the royal clique
All hail
I
The Romans every night they never came
Worked a 9-to-5 his whole life
Died once, feeling cheated
Couldn't put his finger on it
Operation Stackola over
check so I ain't never been tardy my nigga
Met this shawdy she went in at this party man look
She got Fat ass wide hips and she take tips
Face pretty
cents let me revise, ouu
Now I hundreds all up in my Levi's
Pay 5k for the wine of the grape vine
Sippin' wit the gang all day had a great time
doubled up
Hey
Hey
Hand it over
I really ain't love her so I never told her
I'm big chilling we good you would never know it
Fuck it let's throw a party in Nova
shoulders
It's around two
The beat din' stop
Catch the hint punk, party over
Trying get to that position
Where me and the team kicking sofas
If I'm in
Come with me we'll make it right
On the dance floor side by side
It ain't over baby
In love with your body
I'm in for a party
I'll make it more spicy
I
[McGruff]
If you want to, when the party's over, meet me on the corner
I'm twelve from the park, who could see the chrome rims spark
Let's grab a bite, you
Wangdzoe dra-lhai maktsok ki.
By the powerful army of Dra-Lha.
Dorjee ta-dro dhi dung pey.
Performing the vajra dance of Hayagriva.
Sidsum kegu
'em down
Lick the squad, lick money all day
Shinin' with my shooter
Clip, long as a ruler smoke mid I go stupid
In the party and I'm dancin' with my
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
Win a battle you never fought
Just by checkin' this record you bought
Over and on and on again
Get with it and do that thing
One, two, I'll party
heart hope to die
If numbers don't lie, G5 over sky
I fucked her pussy good, make her cry if I tried
But I'm tired of being sick and I'm sick of being
call me by my government name
Her panties wet over fame
Fall in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would she remain
Surrounding
I haven't seen you at a party yet
I don't know how you move
Let me in on your secrets
I want your point of view
Dying to reach out and know you
It
you been missing
I got lyrics you should listen
Rewritten with precision
Thirty-five years ago
I wrote those rhymes
Hip-hop's still plagued
By violent
side
You changed up on the team you not the guys
And I can't believe it took you to be cashier to come to ya cents
Fish bowl window on the coupe but it
might end up with a bong instead
Junky thoughts I know but opiods took over all my brains
cnd in my face, I only see the devil gets another chance
politickin for new flicks
On the freaknik tip, grabbing your phattie on the 6
I ain't faded by them hips
I split, just like xzibit from tha liks (x)
I got
at the dance how come I didn't see you?
He said, if I weren't at the dance how did I see you?
He asked her to marry him over and over It took near five years
more Batimore Charli
Marley Marl'n she call me Big Daddy Kane I'm sayin
My Soul of Mischief all over tryna be DJ MuggeRudd Casanova
Furious Fab Five
that we've saved the day by finding compromise
Politicians party in Cancun, while ocean levels rise
Entire generation, generalized anxiety
A natural
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