Lyrics:
(There's too much to say - I can't let him be in the way)
(That's true, but remember you can't let him speak to you...
He knows your pleasures, your
hand to layin stiff on Grand Ave
I can't forget Liberty City and those notorious polka beans
and Scott Projects where nothing's clean
Miami's where we
Yo this Chris Rock
I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay
We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose
That's how we do it
That's all we do
Belaire Rose!
things for certain I ain't shaking your hand
I know these things is working welcome unions my man
Set Of Rules that I live rules that I live by
I know one
Yeah
Don't doubt me boy
What?
Don't doubt me boy
Don't doubt me boy
Yeah
You are now rockin' with the Sauce
303's finest man
Heat On Tracks in this
and get us in the no go, go go
Stick bitches still jump a dick
'Cause my buzz getting bigger by the tickin' of the second hand
Make your wife try to hide
to the flow of a favorite song
Living the high life
Hands in the air and we're singing along
Living the high life
Tailgates dropping, this whole town's rocking
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And your knee-deep in the dark water with your hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin'
gon have to show me
I know the real been waiting on me
Out there in the projects
Played around in the trenches
Bullet missed my sister's head
By
hands up!)
EVERYBODY IN THE BcCK OF THE CLUB (Throw your hands up!)
WHERE MY LcDIES cND MY THIGS, LET ME SEE Yc (Throw your hands up!)
IF YOURE WITH ME,
the
King upon his throne
I'm ready for their stones
I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head, like Jesus said
I'm
make a killing dealing wheeling green and white
I'm the realest in the hood and my hood they can't deny
I'm no killers in the hood but them killers is
you and you, for all y'all
I done had my share of bitches with long hair
Short do like Kelis or Halle in Boomerang, yeah
I been around the block in
Life
I wonder
Will it take me under
I don't know
Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassin'
Imagine going to court with no
and precise
Special effects will be created by an editor's splice
The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin'
Bust a move to my groove work your body do
her rich friends to know the truth
But me and her both know all the facts
She's in love with the brother from the ghetto, who is black
My seven
outside congregating? their masks get passed out
And I ain't got a problem with white folk
Unless my presence keeps you off balance 'cause racism's your
to the letter
My all-around performance gets better and better
My English grammar comes down like a hammer
You need a style, I need to pull your file
I don't
to the letter
My all-around performance gets better and better
My English grammar comes down like a hammer
You need a style, I need to pull your file
I don't
always be winnin'
Livin' life with all the joy, but you still stuck in sinnin'
I know you still the outsider
But with Christ, you'll fit in
If you think
was in my lap and on my head was a top hat
While I was sitting at a table with a rabbit and a rat
And the hand I was dealt with was either sanity
what's up with him? (Uh-huh)
Niggas robbed him in Buffalo and he got beat up again (uh-huh)
He be out here lookin' like a cold-blooded sucker (damn)
I
Ladies and gentlemen
I'd like to interrupt this album
With a little bit of real talk
We bout to represent the
Priesthood of believers
It's your boy
In an infinite life of a legend a death will never come
Men sent from the ends of the earth into heaven to get it done
I guess veteran members
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