Lyrics:
up
And tried to outshine what's mine
One time, one crime
Not even no reason
Came in the game
Cause these niggas talking treason
Now they fall like
Oh, stewardess! I speak jive
Oh, good
Jus' hang loose, blood
She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med side
What it is, big mama? My mama no
in pubs
Tryin' to be loved
I'm 30 mill and a fan club
What you got signed for
I spent on some rugs
DVD's and TV's and that's just in the car
khakis I’m locced out
Got naked hoes in a dope house
Put them hoes on a DVD
Show them hoes what this 'pimp bout
I’m pill poppin’ feds is watchin’
I hopped
ridin'? Want you ain't worried bout flossin'
You hollerin' f**k what I'm talking your shit better than walkin'
It's five stickers up on it look like
Waiting around a crew of thugs
That parade in blue and yelling 'cause
(Whats up? 'Cuz)
Ate by selling drugs
'38 snub in the waist, in case fools lose
Good Morning Class
Twins: Oh My baby 跟我讲两次这个句子
Oh My baby My baby 努力去讲 英文确实 好轻易
yo what's up my freind 狄波拉 hit me baby
赶住去rave 落吓P sweetie bb 实会钟意
they be giving up
They ain't built like us
We been rejected by to many
I don't give a fuck
I did it with out having it
(Huh)
They can't even manage it
'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
With television, Dreamcast, DVDs
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga
ain't talk right
They ain't talk right
Talkin' but it's all lies
Written by DvD (David Finch)
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
Street, come on
Verse 1
Bun B:
You see the sun goin' down and the moon starts to rise
The winds pickin' up and there's lightning in the skies
Everything
on me everyday
I'm like fuck everybody, you feel me, fuck it
One time for me, cool by the sunshine
Money got punchlines, only take one times
Take small
my health
Spent a bag on a belt
But that dont matter when you're all by yourself (It really dont)
Said she dont wanna be here im like okay
Said she
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
backseat?!)
Made all them bitches lap up, say what
(You made all them women lap up)
Yup, ten hoes in the backseat and they asking me fo' them drugs
I got ten
comin by da twos now they coming by da three
I got some of da baddest bitches pulling up in zone three
And they paying what i ask for bitch ain't shit for
My plug got they PHD
Talk that shit you gon RIP
Or you getting picked up by an EMT
I be shootin' shots like Cp3
Slide in a bitch like DvD
Finna make
my backs
Up against the wall
(Chorus)
I see you for what you are
You are my shining star
To light my way
When things are gray
(Verse 2)
donny brasco need to cali coat nigguh
I'm sick and tired of dissing
You hoes on these cd's
I'm bout to start dissing you
Hoes on my dvd's
I'ma start
it up, I'm slidin' in
Winter winds, I need a Brisk
(No but what did he say to you?)
Flyin' out, I'm divin' in
TSA no need to frisk
Check, check (Woah,
ooh ah sound
I'ma push up on ya slow
Get ya right by the end of the night
Do something sweet
Like massage ya feet
And put Pretty Ricky cd
While I change the game
Like Sigel and J, nigga what
I'll never follow I'm a baller, U-Hauler
Prowler on the scene, fog eyes looking mean
DVD's with
want a bag made by Louis Vuitton
Then suck me up like a caprisun
I don't belive in coincidence
Therefore I'm the chosen one
Another phone call is another
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