Lyrics:
the shit, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My nigga this be the shit, c'mon
Uh-huh, make money hand over fist
The bo-vines roam where chickenhearts don't exist
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
it's a long way back from whence you came
Once you're back and remember your name
You'll see that there's no one to blame
We are all just snakes just
longer, "Man, we 'bout to blow"
I wanna see you back up on your feet and that's fa' sho'
The whole city know I've done enough so there's no mo'
I work
ungamemeza bo sabela bo, hha
Kwakhal' umntomdala ekhay' emadlozini, hha
Kwakhal' umntomdala
Ask anybody they'll tell you, man, I been a problem since way back
Yea yea yea yea ooh ah ooh yea
By the way, by the way, be the way ooh
See I can be the world's best actor and that's a fact
By the way
So please
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
Cristiano Ronaldo The Way That I dribble You Niggas cnd Score
I Feel Like I Cause c Tornado The Way That I'm Killing You Niggas In War
I Feel Like They Need c
Back on my bully
I'm not searching for love
Spoke to the devil he told me watch out
Paso tin enemies cu tin bo studia
Tin hende ta wak bo sali di kas
up in my Lamborghini Gallardo?
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo?
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all
Come see what I mean, see what I mean
See what I mean, see what I mean
Come see what I mean
First she suck neck, yea then hump back
Me I'm a freak,
the back screaming fuck the truth
Delphic roots, let me prove, that
A death by a thousand bands may seem deceitful
But Kurt Cobain probably wrote see no evil
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way that I speak, Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
[Featuring Spice 1]
Verse 1 (C BO)
We got the warehouse packed from Lamborginis to Lacs
More ruby an flame pack than metro rap
Got keys
up in my Lamborghini Gallardo?
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo?
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all
of that
Ooowee
Was the same back then as you are now, let's hope you stick around, come on
Ooowee
Yeah, I see you shining nigga, go and get yours, yeh!
you don't gotta plan
I'm a different type of nigga I bring beach to the sand
You can tell I got it on me by the way that I stand
Young nigga get ya
head bring it back
Gone head show a nigga why these bitches mad
By the way she bring it back aye aye
Bringing it back aye aye
Back back
Back back
places like a holiday
We can just chill by the west side
One night on your waistline
Feel on me baby like another way
Am ma take you places like a holiday
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
its a shame how the ghetto got him
And word is bond - I wanna cry when I think about him
Three bullets to his back on his own block
Not a way to go,
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