Lyrics:
and I'mma just gon' play
And bitches be tripping
Cause they don't wanna ever stay
Down with a nigga when a nigga's doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I
'cause I'm too tough
Indubitably, too dust
Do you bust? 'cause we do
You need to ask the people, but quietly
But they don't believe until they leave
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
don't mean shit now
fuck the presents might as well throw them out
fuck all those kisses they didn't mean jack
fuck you you ho I don't want you back
fuck
Liquor, Addy, and weed, only law we abide by
Rap game Jack Black, Lil Lebowski, just some dudes who abide high
Juice be loose off the Belaire, I be
it's 350 if you want
Unless you want the remix pack but the re-whip punch like Jake
Yeh X 'n' Kruz
Full ones eighteens Z's and Q's
They only care what
Chambers
She didn't do me no favours
Calling out all the agents
Can't see beyond they nose
I kill shit then I kill
Shit, when shit's killed, i'm ghost
Don't
It's a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
Scum Gang! Ayy, ayy
This is another DJ DNA production
What they talkin' bout? (yeah)
I ain't come to talk, I came to bang it out
(Bang it out)
I
sunny all day
Charlie and Frank are in Philadelphia
That’s where they’ll stay
If you don’t know
Names Fettuccine Alfredo
Charlie hates to travel
Now you
one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no one
Nigga, she want me like Givenchy
In
Mack attack, it's a mack attack coming from wayback
My name is too $hort
Baby I don't play that jack I'm from the dangerous crew and I tell ya
a mill
I was raised on the hill, like Jack and the Jill
Do anything just to pay them bills
My brother caught 15 waitin' for the pill
When a nigga broke, he
ya
'Cause Ma$e don't do no welfare
Pay for no health care, that's what you got Obama for
I got my CPs from CP, got my Yeezys from Yeezy
The chick with
and try me. Really, really wish they would
Y'all don't stand a chance. Well y'all never really stood one
What's up (What)
What's up, what's up, what's good
the air, Scream in my ear
I air it outlike a season premiere
My to do: see a Guru like a DJ Premiere
It's me on a mirroruh
Smoking big joints with Action
you know we on that)
And they told me to shut this down, I'ma do it tonight
(You know, you know, you know we on that) yeah, come on
I'ma do it
It's a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
She from the era of attitude better watch her..
Dj play that play dat muthafuckin watcher by the doctor...
Nigga I said play it or the fuckin doctor
I don't care what you say
Kicking down doors you should get out of the way
Always do the most but you gon' get sprayed
Me & Bobby Johnson keep running
Lose control, of body and soul
Don't move too fast, people, just take it slow
Don't get ahead, just jump into it
Y'all hear about it, the Peas'll do
Your batter bitter buy some better butter bitch
Betty bopper bopping on my magic johnson better get her bruh
Yo' jack and seem then pop your pill
Me
don't like it eat a D
I'm here at ring tone misc. and ring tone net
Tryin' to label southern dance music, ring tone rap
They cappin' on the coop, but
ya
'Cause Ma$e don't do no welfare
Pay for no health care, that's what you got Obama for
I got my CPs from CP, got my Yeezys from Yeezy
The chick with
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