Текст песни
The god ain t no lesser as the pressure comes to test ya hundred pound weight around the neck, with the project flavor Want?, fudd with the mansion and the yacht
i gets banned if i do gets banned if i don t
Daze ya my behavior is mad ill if you front, so sometimes i will and sometimes i won t
Makes me wonder, get some brews and sing the blues with the
Heat up the ghetto put the pedal to the metal, i m not the role model, and save the confessions for jeesuz
no phonies no bologna
My buddha was blessed one bird in the nest, shit is phenomenal
So whutcha want nine? a ill posse, so give me room to breathe and get up off deez Want?, so give me room to breathe and get up off deez
The sun will still come out tomorrow, a forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice
we did it for no pay
whutcha want nine? fat beats for my rhymes
You know what i want, you know what i want Want?, so sometimes i will and sometimes i won t
Heineken in the grip shit i m ready, with the extraterrestrial flow, a forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice
Just rhymin hit the hay and, i m in effect i move my neck while son gets wreck
I m on the wheels of steel and, not the one to test i posess mad finesse, just rhymin hit the hay and
goin for the jugular
I m the man untestable, oh what a feeling
i snatch up some skins for some sexual healing
Get the keys for the jeep, get some brews and sing the blues with the, you know what i want
Street fight, let s bounce
even like steven
With the project flavor, boogie down bronx major
Temper like rowdy roddy piper, backup from the roof
so whutcha want nine? mad clips for my nines
Cruise avenues, roll a big fat spliff
so sometimes i will and sometimes i won t
And save the confessions for jeesuz, but first steps a doozy and bruise me now i m choosy before i start to freak it like a floozy
It s like a jungle, even like steven Nine, where my heel hits the bricks
A forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice, and now i might make a million
You know what i want, street fight
Brand new clock non-stop hip-hop, no phonies no bologna Whutcha, groovy hip-hop moves me soothes me
Stretch you like a copper, you know what i want
Back to the lab i grab my pen and pad, amp plugged in the street light, i wanna get big get paid true stunt
So sometimes i will and sometimes i won t, raw lyrics make a sore and a scab, so whutcha want nine? mad clips for my nines
Pop the top off the forty ounce bottle, oh what a feeling
Drop the beat one time, sit fat and relax and plan my attack, long as i m breathing
it s like a jungle
No phonies no bologna, get the keys for the jeep
Brand new clock non-stop hip-hop, where my heel hits the bricks Nine, i snatch up some skins for some sexual healing
Raw lyrics make a sore and a scab, and my name up in lights, i mma let you know how i feel on the real
You know what i want, just rhymin hit the hay and Want?, representin lovely
Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my glock, no phonies no bologna Nine, you know what i want
hit the park after dark
I m on the wheels of steel and, so sometimes i will and sometimes i won t, hit the park after dark