| Lyrics: | feat. Philly Black
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hold that, hold that, hold that
Yo all
that, all that tryin'
Y'all, I told y'all about tryin'
Tryin' is later on man
Can we try
something for the ladies
Can we try something for the ladies
Can we do that De La
Let's
get that goin' on man
Told y'all about those messages and shit man
We get to that later man,
know what I mean
Let's just do something for the ladies man
Let's get a chorus goin' on or
something
Let's pop a chorus off, ya know what I mean
Let's do that right now, let's get
that goin' on
Let's try that out
I see you real niggas do fake things sometimes
One
of them is grabbin' on his mic to rhymes
So let us demonstrate the right way ya need to
place
Yo, it's De La up in ya face
Better yet ya whole scene, here to pull in the
green
With Philly Black
Just layin' back, raisin' my stacks
Cause how they want it
I give it to em' rock or the raw
Yo it really don't matter son, some hot shit for y'all
To
go cop at the store, I spit, kick at ya jaw
Leave you on the floor on all fours, you
slaw
We burn fast in black flag lands
Bringin' herds and caravans
And heat rock
rythms, you blink one, two times
In between I do mines
Showboat refs, I put y'all niggas on
deck
Yeah son y'all faggots are soft
I been through, carried the
torch
Recognized and done married a dwarf
So in-laws pay a writer's fee
My stizzy sets a
wiz bitch's eye in me
Pissy in a rizzy
Indian wife I flip em' behind reachin' for
sobriety
Blew north, never find me
Reside in this state of mind
Keep my temple
developmental
Projects, front- |
