Song Lyrics
come holla at me
Problem then say-so, til the droptop is rockin again, now the media is convinced that we thuggin
But it is hard givin up the place where they be shakin they thangs, i m so far ahead it s only right for you to hate on me mayne, boy i got it locked
i point em out like her
my entourage is game faces
til the droptop is rockin again
bein one of the few rappers responsible for changin the game
Now the media is convinced that we thuggin, momma told me grow up to be somethin
So to keep on breathin i suggest you take this beatin, that s why some of the niggas resort right back to bakin that caine
can t get in the spotlight for nothin and it just makes em insane
i got the hood on smash
And you ain t helpin the process out by always cakin these dames, i got an arsenal waitin
Let me show you some whips that don t come out til the year of 2010, let me show you some whips that don t come out til the year of 2010, my record sales are blockin em in
I got the hood on smash, plus you and your friends, til the droptop is rockin again
Gotta thank those blessed to walk the streets to those that s locked in the pen, so to keep on breathin i suggest you take this beatin Out, til the droptop is rockin again
Gotta thank those blessed to walk the streets to those that s locked in the pen, my record sales are blockin em in, got killers on the pay-roll if there s a
i came to party til i pass out
If you think not, if you think not, now desperate artists tryin to sue but they just makin some claims
I got the hood on smash, as they grow older they ll be feelin a lot of achin and pain Out, now the media is convinced that we thuggin
My record sales are blockin em in, that s why some of the niggas resort right back to bakin that caine, money machine
And i m clockin these ends, ma-xin and rela-xin
Can t get in the spotlight for nothin and it just makes em insane, come holla at me
make dough until there s none left
As they grow older they ll be feelin a lot of achin and pain, i point em out like her
I got an arsenal waitin, gotta thank those blessed to walk the streets to those that s locked in the pen
Problem then say-so, it s luda luda get it right i m mr
My record sales are blockin em in, they tryin to figure how many mo women that i can take on my plane
I came to party til i pass out, like rebbie jack-son Out, then you ll get popped in the chin
do they really wanna catch me mannnn
get yo ass out