Lyrics:
me, it's the home of '65
We let the world know it ain't a thing to start a riot
It's Payback, I pledge allegiance to the movement
I'm straight outta
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
she grillin' me, Black?
Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back
When I tear through new school,
much I push the cash money, they don't believe me
Turn on the DVD, and the c.d
Don't watch me, homeboy watch T.V
Head rest, 7.5 Clarion
You ain't
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
a scam,
If they at your door burn 'em in a van.
(Repeat CHORUS)
[Recycle Bin:]
Man, now lemme tell you. The other day, RIAA, they tried to kiss me man
cocaine nigga Chris Rock
I'm pissed off from hearing Mama cry
At night time by myself man I wonder why?
Watch my lifestyle mothafucka pipe down
Or catch
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
everything except my belly betcha by golly wow Chris Brown'll be proud
And I need a bag
And I need it now
That money gone double up
When you move out of town
on the nose with a boop
Scoring always makes me want to eat that wanton soup
Soaring in a mood look at me now, wow
Bustin a rhyme like Chris Brown, wow
More in
of what's going on, I could care less if outsiders try to damage me
You really ain't deserve this
A man, the closest thing to perfect
Some of your kind
keep it tight around the junction
Don't ya know who ya fuckin' with?
Lil mama!
Who me?
DVD
VIP
No you can't touch me (Can't touch me, oh!)
Not even
I know you hoes on a mission to steal my dick
But Pimp Chad ain't goin for the Georgia, bitch (Georgia, bitch!)
It wasn't nuttin when I saw ya
think I'm the highest
That ain't in the industry I remain private
Girl what you offer you know I'm the client
Listen to Drizzy or even Chris Brown so
I
on yawl like chris brown yea yawl my ground
I don't like what rap is Offering
When did y'all become so moderate
Y'all softies are salty I'm harder than
Greatest of all Time shit high notes from this bomb dick
She ain't no hoe but I can tell she be lying ooh I can tell she be lying
Man they want me they on me
Hey look I'm only in town for a night
And when I pull up, man the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
You live like
booted up
With mr X man what’s really good
Cheese and EG first week Chris really would
They say I can’t dress that’s more capping than graduation pics
like defeat
Bru come get ya mans
I know they loved
When I was down
But now I'm major league
I took the lead
And I sped off
That's why they can't
Fooly, Foooly
(gas)
M.O.E
We bout a bag (bag)
M.O.E
We bout a bag (racks)
(stacks, lil bit call me her Daddy)
Rocking all this lemonade
Bakers Man
have lost their index
So I ain't had another one ever since then
Still, me and my niggas we all hitmen
(Murderer! Fuck about and I'll murder ya)
In
a player, youse a player
We some players, so we should play a
game, do yo' thang
Ain't it man, turn the lights off
Hit the right spot (oh)
Make me feel
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