is a not-for-profit resource.Īll advertising proceeds are used to maintain its Look what you did now, rude boy, crook with a smileĬuz these fast lane niggas left a gun in my mileĮmail This Song To your friends | All Music News | Top Albums | Browse All LyricsĪnd are the property of their respective authors &, artists and labels. Switch lanes, rip games, if they short on my change Thunder gun game, riddle came, beat on brains Never mind who I'm down with, the bet on who's next Boing Boing, a pimp set, so give neck check Rem' mixed with Henny, no thong, star on titties Never, remember those days, cuz it's still those daysįitted hats now, Lil' Bow Wows and Jay-Z'sĭifferent life, little Biggies, little miss, oh, who is she? Ice on neck, oops, a nigga gotta lay down now Yo, this a word from the loose sluts, a game downtown Put your money on the wood, make the game go good This my barbecue, and my barbecue, smell good in the hood So don't need to overlook, when your shit get took
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Just stars in the sky, plus I live in my carĪnd we all smoked out, plus them windows be fogged Little kids be like "Ay, yo, 12, you a star" If a dude think he leaving calm, shots to his lady, don Want a mansion with a backyard big as a farm While she, splitting the Dutch, I'm breaking the bomb' In the streets I'm the black James Bond wit two chicks on my arm Hit me off in the booth while I'm making my song
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