Lyrics:
with me
By the looks I got ya shook up and scared of me
Buckle your seat belt, it's time for takeoff
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
Alright
We gon' get it
We gon' make the dream work with the teamwork
Bargin bin bars by the barrel
I've been chosen by the light to be a herald
mouths open
Tryin to come up offa me
You in the clouds hoping
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Brothers think they learned to fly
But they burn little
my daddy, rolling blunts in the caddy, with some hoes from the valley
I don't think none about it
Hit me a lick, I don't think none about it
Your bitch
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
what I want, I get it cause I'm a queen yo
Body looking right, slim and petit, oh
The way I move they think that I'm a freak yo
You can buy a drink if
Yo, I'll ride to the end of the road
If I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
I try to hold it steady
Anything
Yes you can have that
If you really want
It's already in yo bag
Cause you really really want it
Think about it you'll have
What you really really
compare me
Some of these rappers got a bigger pussy than the octomom
And yo, ya-uh-yeah!
Thinkin' about takin' it to another level
I'm from another
man
Lose control
Extra read about it
Same old G
But I'm way past 30 yo
I'll hit my prime in my 40's
I just gotta quit
Chugging quarts
No more 40's no
the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (I'm a bad boy)
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about
just usin' you for yo' cash (Good for you)
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It's that time of the year, so I'ma talk about
stop
I'm Biz Markie with the funky sound
And right about now, here's the countdown
One.. two.. one, two, three
[Chorus]
Yo be take it from
explain it to me bitch, you know what I'm talkin' about
I don't know nobody up here
I don't fuck with nobody up here, and I ain't been fuckin' with nobody
profit (Profit)
Hella cash in my wallet
If it's money I'm on it
All I think about all I think about
All I think about is profit
Fat racks in my pocket
I
about it
They tell me to suck it up and not to be no whimp about it, bitch about it
Tell me to go to church about it, they say it's all in my head and I
Yo this shits for real
Yo this shits for real
Yo this shits for real
Blessed by bob that's how I feel
Blessed by bob let's make a mill
Blessed by bob
a voicemail
Like "Yo Hannah, it's Les' can you call me back?
I wanna talk about the baby, you, me, Jason, all of that
I've been feeling like I need to get my
n****
N****, n****
[Chorus]
Yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(Take it back to the streets)
You talk
' gristle,
Hand yo' mama a tissue,
If I decide to kiss you.
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a yeay)
Whoa whoa
Do do do do do
Yeah
Yeah
Yo,
Tell me fellas have you seen her? (seen her)
It was about five minutes ago
When I seen the hottest
Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in de mothafuckin' house [yeah do it do it]
NWA's in full effect
Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat
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