Lyrics:
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
beatin' up the Ike like I was Tina Turner
We was loadin' up the Glock and fillin' up the hearses
Now I'm preachin' like it's Sunday, tryna teach
Katrina, is worser than Ike and Tina
See New Orleans get bitch-slapped by FEMA
Louisiana got racist-ass politics
Free the Jena Six (Nigga free the Jena
ballerina
Boy you shoulda seen her
She had a Babyface creamer Purina's
Called up talkin' Tina
I put my dick in her womb
She blew my head like a balloon
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside
Curtis Jackson known for creatin' action
By rapidly clappin' nigga I stay strapped
So much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two
[Speaking Adlib]
Yeah, DC, Stand up for your boy Ka Ree
I go by the name of Kanye Tutter
the rock is in the building
and as far as I'm concern we
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
confessin
"Yo, I murdered Steve Austin," now I'm wanted by Bionic Woman
Women bring you more miseries like that movie
Stress go to India, smoke hashish with
(AP)
I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, Jell-O
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I'm the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
her
Will I meet a Tina and Trina? got dick by the bay on the berkeley marina
Don't mean to the point the finger but uh (but uh)
She got pancake syrup
a movie
I got Angie, Jeff got Tina
Ready Rock got some girl I've never seen in my life
That was alright though, 'cause lady was chill
Then we dipped
Yah, yeah i can't help but talk by myself
I can't help but talk by myself
Just to feel less discouraged
Can't help but picture my ex when
I sleep
the perfect get away
If I'm being Frank girl I love it by the ocean
This where I come to think
Gotta keep my mind open
Made my heart sink
When that body went in
love down down down
Just know by the end of the night
She going to be calling me Caesar (Julius)
They call her Houdini at night
Nobody sees her
cant see B.I.G. wit telepathy
the recipe of picture hardcore wit a gun
pimpin aint easy but it's always fun
when I bust my nut
I bust em one by one
so
nuts I bust 'em one by one
So what's the 4-1-1 hun?
Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch
I'm just playing, but I'm saying
Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch
I got too many decisions (ayy, ayy)
Should I fuck Nina or Tina? (Tina)
My life like a mission
Smash your bitch, "911, there's been a collision",
Tina
She turns up my day
One day I dream of
She's my Mona Lisa
Caroline and Katharine
They take my blues away
There's Ronda she's fun but
She calls me
Yeah, DC stand up for your boy Ka Ree
I go by the name of Kanye To The
The Roc is in the building
And as far as I'm concerned
We about to bring that
the movies
I got Angie, Jeff got Tina
Ready Rock got some girl I'd never seen in my life
That was all right because the lady was chill
Then we dipped
the posse and done rushed the movies
I got Angie, Jeff got Tina
Ready Rock got some girl I'd never seen in my life
That was all right because the lady was
Cause I been waiting
Cause I been waiting
Will you be the one for me
Will you be the one for me
Cause I been waiting by the phone like
I been
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