Lyrics:
Alright, this is test, y'all
Come on, come on, hit me with your very best, y'all
I ain't taking nothing less, y'all (no, no)
Come and see if we can go all
ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore
Mc's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo'
El producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid
ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore
Mc's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo'
El producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid
got time for y'all clowns imma leave you on seen
Crackhead ass niggas most of y'all niggas fiends
Sending threats and acting hard behind a phone screen
that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna
Aye I’m ready to go
But are you ready to die
Is dat creep ass shit you doin
More important den life
Fuck a family a friend
Dis shit go fa y’all too
it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time (long time, long time)
Y'all feel-, y'all feel like that?
Y'all feel-, y'all feel like that?
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
y'all
You get high with your last bill
This is for y'all you live and die for
By Allah's will this is for y'all
Feel the same way I feel this is for y'all
Holdin' on, friends around
All together
Searchin' for a way out
When it's time
Will we know
Or realize
When there's no second chance?
Y'all
So yes, yes, y'all (yes, y'all, y'all)
You know we never stop we never rest, y'all (rest, y'all, y'all)
The Black Eyed Peas'll keep it funky fresh,
uh-chikka-um
And this ain't on the pop tip, yo
Are y'all kids tucked in? (Yeah)
Here we go
People in the audience, they cry out, "Ho"
People with a gun,
uh-chikka-um
And this ain't on the pop tip, yo
Are y'all kids tucked in? (Yeah)
Here we go
People in the audience, they cry out, "Ho"
People with a gun,
Yeah
Quarantine
Quarantine
Quarantine
Quarantine
Quarantine
Quarantine
Quarantine
Quarantine
Y'all niggas dirty, y'all niggas dirty, y'all niggas
We got London On Da Track
2 Chainzs
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You niggas ain't talking
Fuck y’all fake ass hoes that talk shit & move funny
Ima worry bout myself and work hard & chase this money
I wanna travel worldwide & be lit in
All y'all turning up, all y'all getting fly
All y'all having sex, looking for girls who ride
I don't really see me in you muthafuckas
So I'm not
Y'all be so backwards y'all stop when the stop says go
I never been the type to hang with crowds
So I yield when the traffic cop says go slow
We move
At least you look good on the phone and flashlights
Hold your own never known what that's like
Karmas a bitch, y'all twins, know that's right
Karmas a bitch,
had to hurt
But, lately
I've been thinkin', maybe
No one needs to save me
'Cause I love me enough for all of y'all
And, lately
They've been
'Pac in a slurred, drunken voice:
Ha ha ha, fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all, I don't need nobody
Fuck 'em, fuck all y'all
Money gone fuck
'Pac in a slurred, drunken voice:
Ha ha ha, f*** all y'all, f*** all y'all, I don't need nobody
F*** 'em, f*** all y'all
Money gone f***
Y'all gon' see that name
Y'all gon' see that name
Y'all gon' see that name
Y'all gon' see that name
(Tony Stone) Y'all gon' see that name
cnd yeah,
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