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Comedy Central
作詞:Chad Hugo, Jay Jackson, Gene Elliot Thornton, Terrence Thornton, Pharrell Williams
Say dog, let's not get involved You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids Face you in a chrome fo' that'll lock ya legs
And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do that ain't news Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game I cut short any whisper that endanger my name
I'ma toast on both coast, not for no joke I'm known in the streets on the account, I know coke And we got word that the cops watch us But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious
I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' 'Cause it got us singing lullaby's to our fallin' Goodnight friend, 'til we meet again But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again
I never front, like I'm something I'm not Well, being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not Y'all talk wit hatred but I live off that And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap
Feel me, friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend 'Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much They couldn't take me in the CL that's way too much And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on
They call me Mr. Pleasebelieveit, believe it please I put the pump in ya mouth and help you breath with ease This guys in a hurry Ma, I can't even fuck with you, if you ain't in the itinerary
I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry Why's ya ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry Y'all the type of players that be gettin' 2 day contracts E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2 way contacts
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com I'm in the club sippin' on that new Zecongac In the number 9 Jordan's with the duce, trey, arm back The street family so cool, we could pull bitches Even if it was July and we had on wool britches
I got them Teflon's that shovel the fo' That have under covers and po', with cover and slow The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough Since I was movin' white off the curb and shovelin' snow, ghetto
I ghetto streets so numb, they call me Novocain I turn over caine, over and over again Hell so much cliental, I could lose it all today Be back the next day
Still up in the same way as I left ya All in three gestures, down up and aim I can define death, better than Webster, wet ya Now bless ya and off to my next venture
Blocks so white, June look like December Winter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere Ask him, Pusha T., push a ton
Push a ton of that shit that makes ya nose run Yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or coke in In the door panel of my four-wheel motion Ain't jokin' but I laugh how other flows convince you
With money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central Minds mental, others is made up stinsel When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental I'm livin', they act as if I don't live it
Saran wrap Vaseline so they can't sniff it Yves Saint Laurent knitted, shorts bermuda You would think they was poochie If you over looked Medusa
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