not so serious? look to the past, through the window that rolls down down to the jungle of the suffereng victims, let's make a bomb before feeding our children, let's
, Hardy Har Lambo Galardi Car Getting My Last Laugh Haw [Chorus] [Verse: Pusha T's] The Jokes On You Niggas See The Figures Don't Add Up To The Claims
call me G-H-E-T-T-O Black star power, like B-E-T shows I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow I'm that nucca,
t fucking with a bitch like me C-O-L-E-T-T-E A.T now got the green now Callin' me a bitch Cause I mean now A.T now it's my style DJ let the beat
to go, people to see Now you fucking with a bitch like me Now you fucking with a bitch like me C-O-L-E-T-T-E Driving around, nonstop, it's mild, naughty
you belong, cuz you ain't strong Knick knack, paddie whack, give me back my bone High rollin' til the last rhyme's broken Apple's on the mic, now bitch
love's in need of love today Don't delay, don't de-lay Send yours in right away, right away You know that hate's, hate's Hate's goin' round, goin'
: [Intro] Yo once a pimp gets threats That's right, that's the - the that's, that's threats them And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surr And I, nigga
all These rap fans are taking these shit serious It ain't New York versus L.A. 'Cause really it's hip-hop, not a big ole' problem Now let's see what
finish ma spinach Imma newyork broad spend chips in da village hopped out da yellow cab oops da yellow jaguar girls don't like me guess i t's da swagger don't
of a letter comes a little thicker And I said it would And it's been coming for a long time L! Let's get you ready for another, another lifetime O!
t delay right away awaaaay hate's goin round breaking hearts Well, please stop it Um L-O-V-E love Oh, L-O-V-E lo---------ve love's in need of love
bubblegum in this motherfucker Steady long, steady long nigga {Verse One: Snoop} With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double
told me you was gay And I can't even look the other way Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive L-O-L laughin', you're a gold Oscar
and ain't gettin no 'tho L.A. gone and I ain't gotta deal no mo' (Picture that) A ghetto vision ain't real no mo' (Picture that) Ah T.I.P. ain't work
of the mic wind Chorus repeat (last line is changed to: I'm hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah Takin' you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when
