Lyrics:
niggas
My age can't fade but if you think about it
Maybe they could growin' up like me
Held down in the hood
'92 niggas bankin' on shit they can't see
In
grand
Ooh, I can never be your man (somebody tell me here if I'm wrong)
(I can never be your man)
All I want is a table dance
Ayy, ayy
I'm up in
Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song
and be damn sure I meant it
'Cause a girl like me can have anybody
So give my love, boy, to my independent funk
Hey
Salty the V.I.P., you should have
Or question my character and degrade me on every blog?
Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in your
Rich must be blind 'cause they ain't see the poor there, yeah
Need to open up a pub
Just closed ten schools, we don't need 'em
Can you please call
is makin it seem like it's a rumor
So tell me fact to face when you can decide to come to Juma
Don't say your name backwards because you don't like Cav
the lecture
Like the times I missed class and never read the texture
You don't miss and learn to love your Abstract Inspector, fuck
Perfecting rhymes
Let’s get high
Let’s get high tonight
Let’s get drunk
Let’s get drunk tonight
Let’s get high
(Tell me can you feel my funk)
Get high
Tell me can
get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know
down
And when she turns, this boy'll be gone
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on
Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, oh play me your
down
And when she turns, this boy'll be gone
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on
Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, oh play me your
Can't give in still got fields to till
Till fields my flesh begins to heal
Fight for your funk
Fight for your funk fight
Plow for your funk
Blow for your
, I can't believe this shit
This bitch is tryna gank me
Yo, I will slap you upside your head with nine inches of limp dick
You need a nigga with
god damn)
You niggas hating don't make sense
Because they all sound like me (Aye)
Ya been actin' like my sons and
I'm as proud as can be
(Proud as can
night
Mmh, you actin' like you can't call me no more
'Cause you busy and all of that
But you trying to tell me it wasn't good?
That shit is real
night
Mmh, you actin' like you can't call me no more
'Cause you busy and all of that
But you trying to tell me it wasn't good?
That shit is real
yeah
They're white like Cons
But the car that I drive
That's black like me
Man can't call me cold or more
Cuh I'm past that, when I'm on the track
I
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
between the lines, bet your dollars, bars in it
All my big homies said 'you gonna be a star nigga'
Your girl gonna fuck with me because she like my car
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
the whole FTK
You know, Mr. Mike Love, Bulumaster, what up!
Can't forget, Veedaugh, DJ Pharus, Coops, DJ Timbuktu
K-scratch, The Base Man, Boogie Boy
Dj
whattup?
Ayo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause
then give me some gas
If you try to play me i'll bust dat ass
Hook (x4)
J-ro:
Put the mic down clown, you can't get down
Jump around stage like your
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