Lyrics:
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
walk in the door they gone stare
So you know i gotta pop my shit
Disco ball on my wrist
Young nigga ask how I got it I told em to run it up
My team on my
how yo house look
And you can try to keep it secret till he catch you wit yo ass out
It on me I ain’t got shit
I’m driving plain in the cockpit nigga I
to see your
ass cheek wiggle little,
Stop playin wit me, I wanna see you pull a thug to
the side like you really wanna give it up,
Stick a finger in yo
that, though dog
But Yo know what I'm sayin'? I keep it gully though
Ad shit like that though dog
But I'm tryin', know what I mean?
Hold up, hold up
suck
I know she gon do it yeahhhh
I might just record it but this time I'm gon enjoy it
I might put it on my story
Wrap it up won't see me on Maury
I'm
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
'Cause if you ain't yourself you end up by your freaking self
I'm coming rugged with the linden boule type of slang
And yo, we'll see who can hang yo
[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track
Feel warm, feel safe in your embrace
And wake up with you by
Look up, now I can't even see your face
One day, grow old, have our own place
Fly away,
a party at yo home and my niggas kid-n-play
That's enough of writing songs now a nigga need some bass
That's enough about your goals now a nigga need some
the loud pack
It's the kick back with my nigga K-Mac
Got the stoners in the back, rolling up the loud pack
Yo stop, hold up and wait a minute
Yo the team
up my confidence
He knows she know
Dont let it drag
You kids look so sad
Aye
You kids look so sad
You in ya' feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don't let yo
of but niggas
Always want figures but never play the cut niggas
Talk mad shit but never put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up
me
You late see
You, you, you, you angry
Whoa
Lemme calm it down Before I wrap it up
If you called me now, let's wrap it up
I got moves to make, yuh
I
Fuckin' up with this song bitch
Your mom shoulda told ya
I ain't nothin' nice
Snoop brought the boss
I got the spark, lets go on a body high
Put it
think he is?"
He's supposed to be commercial like that song about the biz
The kid said "Masta Ace, yo, what's the deal wit the switching?"
He's bitching,
be laced and left without a trace
The glamour life, the glamour life, yo
Yo, it's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who
Yo check it out.
Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace.
(Yo what up kid?)
From the... what, what, what team is that you play for
YO!
It go..
Get up, get up, get up, get up!
You get wet up, wet up, wet up, wet up!
Don't get set up, set up, set up, set up!
You better step up
on the "dope," so when names come up
In that conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
And don't mind me, while I remind you of the flow
You
what I'm sayin'?!
Remember Mork & Mindy? We used to sit back, Happy Days
you know what I'm saying? We 'bout to set it, but yo!
Kids ain't playin'
hoe
Just go home
Get back in your Mercedes on your solo
Wrap it up rapid, got the studio blasting
Pack my bag, I got a package
Bag of lyrics, it's
flex to drains that was crazed
When your heart spit up, dip dup damn
Yo, I lost it but
Back is the Black Boogey Man
Manic, mad musician, maker
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