We gon make one for the haters like fuck that
(Ali)
Old School 9-8 and you see the Camilion
Below in the celing wood with wheel on
With a flyin bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen dvds smoking stank and shit
Aint dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down air forces white tank and shit
Aint nothing soft on boy stop thankin it
I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet
This bank I get
Style we all that to the back we all that to the back
Red or blue new wall cap
Pause that bull shit you talking bout
Before the people start walkin out
If you please we succeed regardless
Shine the hardest and I'll sign an artist
Longevity like the Beegee's
Please be awarre we don't carre
Do you like us?
[Chorus:]
No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
Cause I just asked him was the Tics tight and I think he just said
No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
Cause I just asked him was the Tics tight and I think he just said no
(Murphy Lee)
1993 creation for steps of born leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers
Church only on easter, ignore the preacher
Do the grown up at school right unda the bleachers
A wild little bity doin lunatic rules
To this day they be like "Lunatic Rules"
I'm hangin wit the dudes that done it, don't even stunt it
You cats stay in the back doin too much frontin
See you hatas like to take risk sonofabitch
I really disc jockeys at home jockin my disc
I'm gon pretend yall aint heard that shit
School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway rich
I'm gon run niggas out of town
Naw fuck yall hatas I'm gon chill til they run out of crown
Royal, Blue Jack right at the door
Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my car here?
[Chorus:]
(Kyjuan)
Swervin excursion limited for 12's
For amps don't know what my limit is
I've been packin 22's like Emmitt did
I've been po before +No+ what a +Limit+ is
New engine new paint aint them d's spinnin
Love rims, love Lakers, who I love winnin, love women
Spinnin grindin since the beggin no mo limits
Drom tops cuttys on 4's
No love for hoes
Change them like clothes
Hit em like switches then I pass them on
We all know dats how the game should go
We all know most of us love the same hoes
Like Carla the preachers daughter fucked wit the barber
Over there on the utha side of College Encarta
For starters I know both yall smash
I didn't get no ass so I had to ask
She said...
[Chorus:]
(Nelly)
I'm feelin frost bit oh shit is he in town?
Check the paper weather say temperature goin down
Yep that's him he come to make his rounds
Tell him how it feel ten mill skin found
Beta not continue I can show you how
Frank Mill aww he done flood it wit rounds
Don't know what to call me I can think of some nouns
Mr. Hoe Hopper, Trick Knocker, Free City
My g's getting depp like P. Diddy
I'm feelin like B round looking for my Whitney
Heel I'd take a Cidney if the stash is right
Cocked for legged and her pants is tight
It aint got to be for eva it can be for tonight
First class flight to Nellyville
So how it feel doin sit ups on the virgin rug
Drinkin criss out a mug, Part boughee, Part Thug, call me Bug Ok?
[Chorus:]
Uh Oh
North side one time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh
South side one time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh
East side on time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh
West side on time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh
That's why man yo breath smell like shit
If yo momma breath smelled like that nigga
She libel to kill some motherfucker
Man if yo momma's eyebrows look the way yo's do
It look like a caterpillar layin on her fo'head
Nigga yo momma snort anthrax and she still mobbin
Yo, All the fans we love yall We gon make one for the haters like fuck that (Ali) Old School 9-8 and you see the Camilion Below in the celing wood with wheel on With a flyin bitch some old gangsta shit Flat screen dvds smoking stank and shit Aint dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit Top down air forces white tank and shit Aint nothing soft on boy stop thankin it I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet This bank I get Style we all that to the back we all that to the back Red or blue new wall cap Pause that bull shit you talking bout Before the people start walkin out If you please we succeed regardless Shine the hardest and I'll sign an artist Longevity like the Beegee's Please be awarre we don't carre Do you like us? [Chorus:] No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo Cause I just asked him was the Tics tight and I think he just said No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo Cause I just asked him was the Tics tight and I think he just said no (Murphy Lee) 1993 creation for steps of born leezys Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers Church only on easter, ignore the preacher Do the grown up at school right unda the bleachers A wild little bity doin lunatic rules To this day they be like "Lunatic Rules" I'm hangin wit the dudes that done it, don't even stunt it You cats stay in the back doin too much frontin See you hatas like to take risk sonofabitch I really disc jockeys at home jockin my disc I'm gon pretend yall aint heard that shit School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway rich I'm gon run niggas out of town Naw fuck yall hatas I'm gon chill til they run out of crown Royal, Blue Jack right at the door Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my car here? [Chorus:] (Kyjuan) Swervin excursion limited for 12's For amps don't know what my limit is I've been packin 22's like Emmitt did I've been po before +No+ what a +Limit+ is New engine new paint aint them d's spinnin Love rims, love Lakers, who I love winnin, love women Spinnin grindin since the beggin no mo limits Drom tops cuttys on 4's No love for hoes Change them like clothes Hit em like switches then I pass them on We all know dats how the game should go We all know most of us love the same hoes Like Carla the preachers daughter fucked wit the barber Over there on the utha side of College Encarta For starters I know both yall smash I didn't get no ass so I had to ask She said... [Chorus:] (Nelly) I'm feelin frost bit oh shit is he in town? Check the paper weather say temperature goin down Yep that's him he come to make his rounds Tell him how it feel ten mill skin found Beta not continue I can show you how Frank Mill aww he done flood it wit rounds Don't know what to call me I can think of some nouns Mr. Hoe Hopper, Trick Knocker, Free City My g's getting depp like P. Diddy I'm feelin like B round looking for my Whitney Heel I'd take a Cidney if the stash is right Cocked for legged and her pants is tight It aint got to be for eva it can be for tonight First class flight to Nellyville So how it feel doin sit ups on the virgin rug Drinkin criss out a mug, Part boughee, Part Thug, call me Bug Ok? [Chorus:] Uh Oh North side one time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh South side one time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh East side on time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh West side on time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh That's why man yo breath smell like shit If yo momma breath smelled like that nigga She libel to kill some motherfucker Man if yo momma's eyebrows look the way yo's do It look like a caterpillar layin on her fo'head Nigga yo momma snort anthrax and she still mobbin Explain Request ×
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