Lyrics:
lasers, my diamonds like light sabors
Glocks save us down here, like God's prayer
I could turn it up when I want, I'm petty wit' it
Shorties know exactly
it
I ain't joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it
While I'm ballin she by my side wit me
But if some shit jump off she ain't gone ride wit me
guarantee
Give you what you need, yeah
I know why you came girl I know the game
And I'll play it if you wanna
Spend the rest of my night here wit'chu
Ohh,
check
UHH! (boom boom boom, it's like this
It's like that)
Huh, I'm strapped with the gat
Plus my crew got my back! (Wait a minute
What's up with them
turn up to say it loud
Raised up to hold it down, that’s what i’m talking about
Instead of us banging out, we gonna hit a back road
Steady blowing
and it hurts 'cause it's worse
Momma's crazy 'cause her baby's in a hearse
Wussup wit the love?
This land once owned by Indians, who then would learn
playas
Often what they say, you'll buy em up messiah
Wait and bring it bacj to my empire
Chingy keep these heffers on the strip and on fire
Try her
Come on rock wit it wit it rock wit it rock
Yea the nigga wit the flame lighting up the block
Come on rock wit it wit it rock wit it rock
Yea I'm
fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
It's our passion... what!?
[Run]
Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no more
Call it Simmons
Yeah
Shawty wanna fuck wit a real one, oh yeah
Shawty wanna fuck wit a real one, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Shawty wanna fuck wit a real one, wit a real
of choice yeah
Listen to the sound of my voice
You can check it on out, it's the weapon of choice yeah
Don't be shocked by tone of my voice (aah...)
scatter, it'll make ya throw up
Then I take advantage, you can't manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up
than a pool yea she sliding')
She wit it, she wit it wit it wit it wit it wit
Pull up cause we vibin'
Text her the addy she slidin'
I ball hard like
motherfuckers I gots to fight
I think it's better to be tellin' the facts than cuffed up
And jacked and fucked up
What you niggas lookin' at?
You goin',
Why you blowin' up my spot?
I need to leave you 'lone
And you make it way too hot, I
Can't come to the phone
Why you passin' by my job?
I
fingers like who did it
Point fingers
What's love gotta do wit it
Love
Why u acting brand new wit it
Why u acting brand new
Yo u act up but u wit it
I ride around wit' it
(Huh) , I ride around wit' it (Yuh)
I ride around wit' it, I ride around wit' it
Skrt skrt in the new whip
Bad bitch, yeah she
flirt wit all y'all
Yeah, yeah homie u say she ya girlfriend
But when I step up to her I'm be like cousin
Believe me man, this is how them playas do it in
Ya'll Can't Fuck Wit Us, At All
We Can Go To War For Years
Let's Do It Man (Our Grandsons Could Get It On) Its Nuffin
Let's Do It
[Cam'Ron]
Yo
anybody and any, wit every fuckin dime, every penny
What a pity how we live in the city
livin greedy, livin selfish, rebellious witta spirit that is
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell
Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
Ayy, huh, yuh (members only)
Hey, shouts-out Rich Chigga (gang)
Ayy (Ronny J, listen up) ayy, ayy, ayy
Niggas move like hoes, I don't get it
tonight?
How would you like a dude to be forward tonight?
Its a hip-hop breaker when you do dat booty-shaker
I'm all out wit sum love ain't no
with my chopsticks
Imma pull up with my chopsticks
Pull up wit the chop
I just don't know what to do at this Moment I feel like I'm Starvinnnnnnnnnn
I
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