Lyrics:
I can't get away
See, there's no escape
See whatcha done to me
I'm not the same ol' me
You took away everything
Now you're my everything
I
around my hood (ooh)
And I'm trying to tell you something
I'm not looking for no player shit
Not when everybody is trying to get with
You see I don't
we gripping green
Black boy magic living lavish
This shit we got is candid
When you want it you can’t have it
If you have it better
Whatcha see
Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?
Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
A wicked, wicked clown painted
of a mobster
See a n**** pa** by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
Really wanna get with me
be-Section:
So whatcha say
Better step to the plate
Don't be afraid
Before you wait too late
Stop playing game
Ain't got no time
baby, hit me up
Oh whatcha need?
I'm flexin' all these checks
Bitch I look like Hercules
I should get sponsored by Spalding
Cause I just can't stop
on the beach
See the sunlight when i pull up on the sea
Shortys in bikinis bollini, martinis, vinish like
Houdini, yelling shots, tryna get fucked
Un ya i told
or I go psycho
I might plead insanity but I might be the maestro
Hanging from the tightrope
Grab you by the collar, this is my show
Living by the dice
delay
Mixmaster Mike, whatcha got to say?
(Gotta-gotta-gotta get down!)
Mix Master, cut faster!
Mix Master, cut, cut, cut faster!
All top secret
pass by
get yo' fine ass on the floor girl this yo' fuckin song!
Do yo' thang don't be scared, cause you gon' get served
You get mine then you gon'
delay
Mixmaster Mike, whatcha got to say?
(Gotta-gotta-gotta get down!)
Mix Master, cut faster!
Mix Master, cut, cut, cut faster!
All top secret
Oh baby you caught me by surprise
I never thought I would find someone to make me feel like this
They say love is blind, I can't testify
'Cause when
that, I'm fucking proud of myself
That's the way I sound, the way I sound
And the way I walk is the way I walk, the way I talk (you'll see)
I tell
baby
Whatcha got for me
Put ya hands on ya knees baby go to work
A little liquor in the system make her go berserk
Bruh tuck that little bill don't get
lovely to step on my dreams.
I see, I see it was too true to believe;
You were just lying next to me.
Heal it all and by the hour forget
See it all
ya, see ya!)
Suga Free, bitch that don't stand for some old nice ass nigga
Trying to get some pussy and you trying to get some of this dick free
I'm
on top of me
She get on top and her body starts to movin'
Love it when she says my name
I swear I almost lose it
Baby just keep doin whatcha doin
And Imma
get it right
Radio stations, I question their blackness
They call themselves black, but we'll see if they'll play this
Turn it up! Bring the noise!
of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
whatcha got, Mr. Mans?
I got a lot of money, I don't see no keys in my hands
Could you be my nasty girl
And let me do that dirty dance witchu?
If you
Damn... Guess it's time you playas sit back
Get this work, lucks loaded when I spit that
Gone have the whole game buzzed by the morning
While you yawning
and a twenty dollar stash
Of some of that superb 'erb
She said, "I got the chronic, so fuck whatcha heard"
"Ice Cube do you wanna hit this?
This shit is hype,
I stopped by the Waffle House to get some grits and toast
Man a nigga sure do miss the west coast
Folks I never had drama that my mama didn't
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