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Styles-P Da 80's
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I know y'all motherfuckers think That I took long to get back at you Not the kid I could do this shit forever nigga This is for the junkie on the track with a monkey on his back I feel bad 'cause I got him like that This is for the G's, this is for the hustlers Get a whip off the lot and still upgrade the muffler Tryin' to hit the block, nobody else there yet Get it poppin' with your baby mom welfare check And I'll ring your bell, go fuck how you felt yo' Blowin' on weed if it's sticky like Velcro Bounce in, bounce out, always got an ounce out Dig in your right pocket, 20 G count out Used to ask yourself, what you wanna do this for? Good Jewish lawyer turn a ten to a two to four You in the game 'cause the game is in you Who to blame, said I never came, I know the pain is in you I feel you, been there, I was in there But I ain't goin' back like, I ain't been there Can't make a million behind bars Chill in a fly car, sit in the five star If you think I'm preachy just check out the dialogue I'm knockin' the iPod, first class as I go through the sky loft What? I don't really need a hook, I got lyrics Feel me Kid, you know? Talk in bricks and speak in the buildings Construction, grown now, gotta think of the children No gangsters, real ones, you know that kill the civilians The roughest, the addicts, Japanese and Sicilians The rule to the sign'll say, "P, did you calm down?" Cooled out but never ever put my arms down Tell the boys ring the alarm now Cops is comin', I ain't got a gun, I come with a bomb now So hard I walk the city in the streets, see Biggie in my sleep Then put 50 and the 20 in my leaf I might wear somethin' with logos or dress like a hobo Smack any rapper that showboat Wanna battle me that's a no, no, uh, uh Shiesty, sorta like the block you was juxed on Please don't provoke me to shoot at I know you vagina and your right hand man is a douche bag P is on the low where the loot at Nine in the linin' of the goose coat, deuce in the book bag E'rybody think that I look mad But I don't really care 'cause they don't think that'll look bad Feel me I mean I do what I do, easily I mean I'm a lyricist If somebody's nicer let me know I'll be here for a minute, y'know what I'm sayin? Y'all know my name, should I say it? Ha ha Chach, let's get the fuck outta here I like it like this I'm just warmin' up Who could fuck with me? I mean I ask myself this a lot I'm cocky, I'm real cocky Come for me boys, let's go
Writer(s): David Styles, David Love Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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