Lyrics:
your body rock
Minute past four
Got tha bar open meaning no last call
No where to go we party till the morn
Whatever on rocks I'm like Green Light GO
wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, cause I'm
my only friend is a glock with the 4-5
Four five in the mornin it don't stop,
day dreamin bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)
blue lights snap me back
How they say I'll never make it i ain't even done
Don't need your 2 cents need blue faces by the ton
Tsai shen I'm his Son
Asian god with the funds
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the 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 why
You
'bout that!
Want to tell that D's yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha 5th in ya mouth
Jack! 50 Cent!
I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout
It! - I'm
two cents on the River Styx
Listen, bitch
This is Kha-lib and Young Zee
HAZE plus Phree
Bring the pain like a bum knee
Trust-trust me
I drink like
a women she gonna have ta play tha game
I play tha game raw, I used ta hustle outside
In tha cut, bundle outside at 2B, thirty five
An if tha flash
Sippin' on some Gin
'cause every day is tha weekend
[Celly Cel]
Slide by the store, pull out them big faces
We livin' today, we gettin' drank by
and buy the bar with one round
[Chorus: x2]
Likwit music, drinkin music
Sip your fluid and get into it
Will you party with Tha Liks? (Hell yeah we'll
the game from Tha Carter, Young Carter bring home the bacon
Still pimpin', I was shot by cupid, I hope he grazed me
My latest bitch thick as a stallion,
The After Party
And if we're lucky we won't make it home by dawn
V2 It's the After Party-Party
All the peacocks on display
Where the finger food's so dodgy
Dirty Child Rant Its Yo Turn Nigga
873 Yea that's my gang
It ain't gone change I been dat Nigga
Ima dirty child foreva
I'm tha Steppa
I'm the hitta
I
I ain't bout my business
Zoom by I'm in motion
Like dice, shakin them bitches
High rolla, 5 2 6 1
Come out hittin' 5 6 3 4
Got a fist full
ass open stuff ya like a duck what
Attraction recarnation in a slump twenty-five cents
And a German dick pumped up
Shoulda known the killa from
head and hit tha' shades with ya thick ass,
Now come over here by the table and give me a lap dance,
Bend it over come and get this dust,
Gota a playa
decapitating parking meters when the pigs blew the whistle like Winslow
I went to jail over night for putting a sticker on a phone booth, now by the time ya'll
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
over, relax and don't put up a fight
I said we gonna throw a party tonight
Grab yourself a cold one and let's smoke through the night
I said we gonna
the time, party all the time, party all the time)
Party all the time
Party all the time
Lil' mama a freaky little demon
Call me over, let me tease it
Zamn,
star
Take you to the Shark Bar
So we could feast, love, and just skip in
You see a n- made a dollar out of just five cents
Now we ride through Tivoli
the party goers
Gettin' down like we in danger
So duck duck ya' caboose
No get lower and scoot
Like a lawn mower bein' pushed by a goose
And you might ask
on Barbies (fuckin' on Barbies)
Fly like Tha Carter
Put on that shit, Dior, Prada
Ain't got a department (ain't got a department)
I be with Marcy
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