Lyrics:
bucks I rather get straight to the paper
[Verse 1]
Straight to the mula
It’s one me but a can have two brods
Smoking on that doup doup do wop
Yeah I get
what would my family do?
Open the door and I pause and I think and I slowly step right through
The glow in the air is making it hard for me finding
a silver spoon I couldn't taste what I was prepping
My guesses made the wooden whip a problem to a question
Why do my people spend more and have less than
strolled over to him, and passed him the bleezy
Dogg y dog, anything goes
Snappin' my fingers, crackin' at some hoes
What do ya know, I'm in The A gettin'
he got the plan
Like all my pictures she might be a stan
5 percent tint you can’t see what I’m in
Strapped with the Ar we too militant
Life is amazing
looking at me like whats next
I look in there eyes and i can see they hungry so im back some new content
Use to say one day I'll do it and like a prophecy
a whole nother nigga
Okay girl, I get the picture you ain't have to send the picture
Got my feelings in a blender throw the fastball, throw the curveball
tag that says
"Hello, my name is Eugene"
And he hands me a paper bag
I look him in the eyes
And I say to him, hey, Eugene,
Could I get some ketchup for
calling it Clyde's Song
My Italian friend we have reached the end
We simply don't seem to blend
Sam, let's compromise
Oh, I hear what you say but by
calling it Clyde's Song
My Italian friend we have reached the end
We simply don't seem to blend
Sam, let's compromise
Oh, I hear what you say but by
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
It's a must I redeem my name and haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
It's a must I redeem my name and haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in
in my
Whip and chauffeur me
Lil' class, like a nigga home early
I tell you get the picture, nigga
'Cause I'll put the shots on y'all
Like you payin’
was a picture
Of a crowd as they watched a parade passing by
And through the haze of last nights sleep
Something familiar caught my eye
There was
best that I stick to my tune
I get along without you very well
Of course I do
Except perhaps in spring
But I should never think of spring
For that
see through but you can't get to the inside
You sit there and wait
I look at you and anticipate
What we could be and what we could do
Fly the wings
brick that’s in my mind
‘cause I don’t really do it
I get money on my own time
Please, you don’t say it therefore you can’t
Be emcees any day of it
Hey,
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
It's a must I redeem my name and haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in
livin' broke (Westside, California style, LA!)
One time for my niggas livin' broke (You know what time it is, no doubt)
One time for my niggas in
dream
They do
Glad I'm still not
What world?
I create when I dream, in my life when I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
I'ma crawl, all day in the robber cause
I'm trying to go wash the ride, till them tires have whiter walls
You peeping him take a picture, that chrome
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do,
And then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me
One day I was in deep contemplation
The state of humanity had my brain racing
Infuriating, I had to pinpoint an answer
No longer would I ponder what
on to the next"
I wrote that message thinkin' I'm awkward, prolly' would never have sex
You know in high school 16 you prolly late
My cousin hit me back, "Don't
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