Lyrics:
And I'm C-walkin on the motherf***in concrete
[Intro: Ice Cube]
Yo if you're f***ed up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, n**** what's up
It ain't no change it's whole numbers
Now don't get dumb I go dumber
Take them by the dozens fuck a one up
I'm in the midst of it all
Baby I'm soaking
rappin', yeah yeah
I make lots of money, yeah yeah
And I throw it, throw it, yeah yeah
Ayy lil bitch you tryna blow it, yeah
Woah, chopper like
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
Seven, six, two fucked up that boy chromosome
Boy, you my junior, just like your name Roy Jones
Like Patrick Mahomes, I'll throw the bullet, get it gone
down with the numbers lil' nigga just check the score
You know I throw up the fives I don't fuck with the fours
Uh, uh, you thought I was playin
Pull up
clean that ho, man, you seen that ho?
Throw some bottles at the bitch
But if that don't faze her
Get your purse lil' mama, and use your razor
Runnin' off
they know redd one of the best
plus I shine like I got a sun on my chest
(Lil' Flip)
in down south I put diamonds all in your face
and I'm sellin fifty
so dirt went and threw the shit back
(Threw the shit back)
Es in my hand
I’ma throw that shit back
Want me to ease up
I don’t know how to act
(I
Hey, throw up your legs, wrap those shits around my back
It's a WESTSIDE thing fuckin' hoes 'round the map
Walkin down 125 while I'm peepin out hotties
. Leave-Her-At-Home-He'll-Take-Your-Ho
Mr. Stack-That-Dough
Young rich n-gga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow
Tell a rap n-igga, "I'm not feelin' you"
Stop frontin',
this
Call us Mr. and Mrs. Papadapolis
When will y'all learn?
Y'all just interns
You gon' get what you earn, just wait your turn
I rock telephones with
stuck on my mind
She throw a lil fit cause I'm never on time
Lil baby shut up, I just been on my grind
She think she can get what she want cause she fine
the offering up out the church.
Putting in work spitting game on your Boo
Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt
I'm tru
Taking everything you got with
the offering up out the church.
Putting in work spitting game on your Boo
Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt
I'm tru
Taking everything you got with
get a hamburger fo..
29cents!
at mcdonalds (baby!)
all my real chinese throw your hands up throw your hand up
all my real live chinese people throw
I'm not sure
Does anybody make trill shit anymore
All up in club surrounded by Michael Kors
Like do bitches even have real tits anymore
Bow 'till your
if everybody just stand now
And shit don't plan out throw your hands up
At least give them a handout
And with the sun shown
It's like the Jerome is
They claim that I took it forward
Now get your hands on
My motherfuckin' cookie jar
Peace to my nigga DJ Quick, Jaba Felony
Game and Western Union
I'ma do my dance in a bit (I'ma do my dance)
She front on me, I throw bands at the bih
All up in my pants and I'm rich (yeah)
All up on the couch
bands
You do your dance
She throw it back and make that ass clap
That lil bitch don't need no hands yea
I been in the club
Surrounded by the lights
Baby I
what's gangsta to you?
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)
I got that
How can see-Bo be wrong?
How can Yukmouth be wrong?
shake ya hand and wipe your nose after
They ain't in the field or shooting back them disses don't matter
Mr. Oppsmacka
Lotta closed caskets
I'm a getting
Yea
Its F-DUB niggas
Y'all know the Crew
Aye, aye, aye
I ain't got time for the back & forth
We can throw hands; we can let em' go
Counting up these
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