Lyrics:
cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot
Fuck that, never mind what I got
Nigga don't watch that 'cause
some chicks and get some digits
And the DJ's playing them hits
Oh this my jam, this my shit
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus
[Chorus: x2]
[Dre]
No, I ain't never been pimped by the system
That's because I ain't no slave
Don't be trying to sunbathe, never lived off in no cave
It's a fine line wit this rap shit
Between dope shit and da wack shit
I see a lot of stars, not a lot of bars
But by my name theres an asterisk
I
Watch me finish with a six, catch me illin' in a VIXX
If y'all don't know yet what this is, then I'm guessing that's a twist
Oliver up in a mix, I
[Chorus: x4]
Y'all don't know a thing, about my life
(my life) my life (my life)
In my life, a lot of haters talking shit
And I might, expose
your presence just not in the physical
All across the world, blocks is miserable
Y'all left a void it's alot of little yous
But they not original
to my crew
I'm fuckin' on this bitch now she don't know what to do
Bands in my pocket I be winnin' while y'all snooze
I pull up on you niggas then I run
kill 'bout a bitch (yes, sir)
Nah, nigga, I don't want her, yeah
And I'm real 'bout this shit, nigga
Nah, nigga, I ain't Gunna, yeah (nah)
I got lot
‘em where my mother stay
New pair of Vans every other day
The best is yet to come (Oh yeah)
Don't be alarmed by this collaboration
White girls, Latinas,
Well what do ya know, D-O-double-G
Major pimping, out in D.C.
And I'm a young pimp, got a lot of growing left
And you's a young hoe with a lot
or bite I don't go raw in it
If you like it in your ass ou you nasty but I'm all with it
If you like a lot of niggas in it let my dawgs hit it
Tell me have
on shit
Everything I do is awesome
I’m adored bitch
The keys I give you don’t work
Knock down the door next
Y’all been wrong since I started
The same as I
Rap-A-Lot and Rap-A-Lot West for the 9-5
You motherfuckers better stay down
'Cause y'all punks couldn't see us with ultrasound
Coward
You
Ay, yah
Had to get the people talking
Yah
Wale, let's do it
I don't know what y'all talking about
Where I live they don't talk a lot
Hoes
that means rural like you don't know
Regardless though I'm gon' glow, even in my birthday suit
And when it comes to that soft, yes sir'ee I circle that
had the strap
And was down to shoot a movie since the pikin den can act
But we don't act we just react
Y'all put it in the air
We'll put it in ya ear
get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot
[E-40] White girl (x4)
(?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I
People talk a lot of shit but don't be knowing
It's just the tip of the iceberg flowing
Good Morning, Good Morning, how we doing yall
Good Morning, yeah,
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
the game like King Kong
Y'all know my shits fresh and laid out like new linen
While y'all gotta cover a lot of shit up like big women
Y'all niggas don't even
believe me when I say I don't care
Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons
Even when my luck's hard I still count my blessings
See that look in my
And my Chevy sittin' on 44's
Pipes louder than glass packs,
Straight pipes y'all know
Mud digger
Y'all don't know how the mud diggin' goes
Get
heard em sayin we some conscious rappers
Ah, man, yeah, they sayin you a conscious rapper
Why don't ya grab the mic and respond to that, sir
I'm not
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