No Lyrics - Singles - Ali

Yo, all the fans we love y'all 

We gon' make one fo' the haters like fuck that 

Old school nine eight can you see the Camilion 

Below in the celing wood with wheel on 

With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit 

Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit 

Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit 

Top down air forces white tank and shit 

Ain't nothing soft on boy stop thankin' it 

I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet 

This bank I get style we all that 

To the back we all that to the back 

Red or blue new wall cap 

Pause that bull shit you talking bout 

Before the people start walkin out 

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If you please we succeed regardless 

Shine the hardest and I'll sign an artist 

Longevity like the Beegee's 

Please be aware we don't care, do you like us? 

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh 

Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 

And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said 

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh 

Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 

And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no 

1993 creation for steps of born leezys 

Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers 

Church only on easter, ignore the preacher 

Do the grown up at school right under the bleachers 

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A wild little bity doin' lunatic rules 

To this day they be like lunatic rules 

I'm hangin' wit the dudes that done it, don't even stunt it 

You cats stay in the back doin' too much frontin' 

See you hate us like to take risk son of a bitch 

I really disc jockeys at home jockin' my disc 

I'm gon' pretend y'all ain't heard that shit 

School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway rich 

I'm gon' run niggas out of town 

Naw fuck y'all hate us I'm gon chill 'til they run out of crown 

Royal, blue jack right at the door 

Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my car? 

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh 

Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 

And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said 

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh 

Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 

And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no 

Swervin', excursion limited fo 12's 

Fo' amps don't know what my limit is 

I've been packin' 22's like emmitt did 

I've been po' before know what a limit is 

New engine new paint ain't them D's spinnin' 

Love rims, love lakers, who I love winnin', love women 

Spinnin', grindin' since the beggin' no mo' limits 

Drom tops cuttys on 4's 

No love fo hoes change them like clothes 

Hit 'em like switches then I pass them on 

We all know dats how the game should go 

We all know most of us love the same hoes 

Like Carla the preachers daughter fucked wit the barber 

Over there on the other side of college encarta 

For starters I know both y'all smash 

I didn't get no ass so I had to ask, she said 

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh 

Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 

And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said 

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh 

Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 

And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no 

I'm feelin' frost bit oh shit is he in town? 

Check the paper weather say temperature goin' down 

Yep that's him he come to make his rounds 

Tell him how it feel ten mill skin found 

Beta not continue I can show you how 

Frank Mill aww he done flood it wit rounds 

Don't know what to call me I can think of some nouns 

Mr. Hoe Hopper, trick knocker, free city 

My G's getting depp like P. Diddy 

I'm feelin' like B round looking for my whitney 

Heel I'd take a cidney if the stash is right 

Cocked fo legged and her pants is tight 

It ain't got to be fo eva it can be fo tonight 

First class flight to Nellyville 

So how it feel doin' sit ups on the virgin rug 

Drinkin' criss out a mug, part boughee, part thug, call me bug okay? 

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh 

Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 

And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said 

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh 

Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 

And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no 

Uh oh, north side one time let me here ya, uh oh 

South side one time let me here ya, uh oh 

East side on time let me here ya, uh oh 

West side on time let me here ya, uh oh 

What, that's why man yo breath smell like shit 

If yo momma breath smelled like that nigga 

She libel to kill some motherfucker 

Man if yo momma's eyebrows look the way yo's do 

It look like a caterpillar layin' on her fo'head 

Nigga yo momma snort anthrax and she still mobbin'