Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana Say, "Hi", to my niggaz left in the slammerįrom St. May I, answer yo 'Third Question' like A.I. Play by, my rules Boo and you gon' stay high Say now, can you hoes come out to play now Pound niggaz, what you be givin' when I'm around niggaįrown niggaz, talkin' shit when I leave the town nigga Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga How nigga? Ask me again and it's goin' down nigga Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz?įoul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga I'm goin' down down baby, yo street in a Range Rover Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go Hmm, I'm goin' down down baby, yo street in a Range Rover Lunatics 'til the day I die, I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics My grammar be's ebonics, gin, tonic and chronicįuck bionic it's ironic, "Slammin'" niggaz like Onyx Playa my style's raw, I'm "Born to Mack" like Todd Shawįorget the fame and the glamour, give me D's with a rubber hammer Run a mile for the cause, I'm righteous above the law Uh uh uh so feel me when I bring it, sing it loud Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin' Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chromeĪnd it's candy painted, fans fainted, while I'm entertainin' Sippin' Bud, gettin' perved and gettin' dubbedĭaps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugsĪnd it's all because, 'ccumulated enough scratch Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa Puffs Man I'm a honey mackin Hillside hustler man Household thug, for all up in my business Gettin that hunny with the peaches and creamĭo my thug things, livin' off the King Pin Where the Louie at man, where the Louie the thirteenth Pimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen centīustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent
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Let me show you how to swing, push pedal that candy cane
Let me teach you somethin' about this game Размер файла - 59.Let me breathe on ya man, let me speak upon a man Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now I win now (Whoo!) Fuckin lesbian twins now We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s now Spin now, I got money to lend my friends now Now I'm knockin like Jehovah - let me in now, let me in now Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober рэп тутįrom broke to havin dough, cause my price Range is Rover Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga Wit nice niggaz, sheist(sheisty) niggaz who snatch yo' life niggaz Through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland
See me, mon, cheifin(chillin) rollin deeper than any mon Keys to my Beemer, mon - holla at Beenie Man Let's show these cats to make these milli-onsįoes I kick em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, mon (Louisiana) 'ouisiana, all my niggaz wit "Country Grammar" May I, answer yo' third question like A I(allen iverson) Pound niggaz, what you be givin when I'm around niggaįrown niggaz, talkin shit when I leave the town nigga How nigga? Ask me again and it's goin down nigga I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronicįuck bionic it's ironic, slammin niggaz like Onyx Playa my style's raw, I'm "Born to Mack" like Todd Shaw Run a mile - for the cause, I'm righteous above the law Sing it loud (what?) I'm from the Loop' and I'm proud I hang with Hannibal Lector (HOT SHIT!) so feel me when I bring it Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chromeĪnd it's candy painted, fans fainted - while I'm entertainin Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbedĭaps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugsĪnd it's all because, 'ccumulated enough stretch Smokin on dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puffs I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (HOT SHIT!) I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover (c'mon)
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