Lyrics:
Master-charge-Card's doin work
Eight thousand grills, all these Franklin heads, big head bills
You go 'head wrap balogna sandwich in yo' backpack
School kids up no
Hey yo, dogs, for real?
I'm yo' man but you got the address up
Cuz now you got chicks talk' "What the fuck"
"What the fuck", "what the fuck"
Yo, man, let me make some Cap'n Crunch, alright (ah)
Yo, man, we have any milk?
Yo, what time is it? (Yeah, sure)
I don't know, what day is it
Yo, man, let me make some Cap'n Crunch, alright (ah)
Yo, man, we have any milk?
Yo, what time is it? (Yeah, sure)
I don't know, what day is it
there?)
Yo, hey yo
[Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman]
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand
dirty
Need a Maybach just so I can close the curtains
This the one but this song gone have two verses
If you standing on business you betta merch it
He
[Intro - conversation with Capone in the background]
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo - you got that shit? Let me see that. (It's right here, yo)
Look - look,
style with them hammers
I wild witcho nanna, doggystyle on a hamper
You'll get ripped apart, that's it with darts, you kids ain't smart
Pop, pop, pop,
Yo I'm a west coast kid livin' in Nashville
And I'm a east coast kid livin' in Nashville
Yo I'm a west coast kid
And I'm a east coast kid
Yo I'm
on my head and put his knee in my back
First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up
They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up
I said fuck how
scared of the hustle
Throw anotha mill up on it
I'ma cop a lotta land and I'ma cop a mountain and throw a lil' crib up on it
Yes, I'll eat yo' food
Other than that keep yo opinion to yourself
It’s too many of them minion or an a elf
What you say I got this far by myself? I’m this hard by myself
Hit
up like carpaccio, nigga
Extra thin
Yo, I play with cold stoves so
Hot it'll break the Pyrex
Yellow and black Wu Nikes go
With the Pittsburgh Pirates
Now you know you ain't right, eyein' me up all night
Despite the fact some kid is runnin' chitta-chat in your ear
How the hell we get here, with me
Tuh
Imma treat yo yeah huh
Tuh, alright
Imma treat yo yeah like the block
The way I make it snow
The whole gang just poured up that tuh
We finna make
won't take long. No, it won't take long
Yo, I'm moving it on, and it won't take long
I'll try and wrap it up by the end of this song
But while I got you
What do you mean
Yo Z, yo yo yo
Calm down, calm down
Let's wrap it up and head to class bro
We're already ten minutes late
I been moving by myself (Okay)
Dancing elf on the shelf (Uh-huh)
Got me throwing all my wealth (Haha)
25th of the 12th (Woah)
Flow is sick, get it
fucking real then make it rain the day I’m in the dirt
Play my shit up in the hearse
On the songs I bury hurt
I ain’t have these tunes then meet yo doom,
of the damage?
Think about it!
Aight, listen time for the wrap up!
You cappers better step your raps up
'Cause Beast Coast up in this bitch
About to act up
We
the pleasure grows up
Life ain't what it seems, life is but a dream
Planets wreaking havoc is as constant as the rain
Yeah
The song is by some groovy cats
music but give mine a listen, it's playin' my song
I'm givin' these bitches a bone, I fuck her good she cryin' now I'm in the wrong
I say yo shawty I'm
so bad, they don't ever sit You rather use guns before usin' fists
They tell me no, but I'm so used to it She walk by, I make sounds like I'm Ludacris
kid?
Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'
Within the next few days, potnah came up missin'
See a lot of these niggas bitch up
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