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All A's

アーティスト:Goodie Mob  アルバム:World Party 

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I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always Passin' by these haters like we got all A's I got to feed the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always Passin' by these haters like we got all A's Say say say say Crack, what's the word on the street? Nuttin but hard times, workin' this concrete I'm gettin dirty looks from niggaz, on the next street over They was in my filthy, fiending, gettin' closer I'm in my seventy-nine, flyin Mobbed out so they can't see me when I'm ridin' They slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy But at the same time I know these muh'f**kers wanna mug me Okay gunplay at the one-way one day witcha But I'll do years, if I bust these niggaz Keep point four-five calibers of chrome I'm comin' forth to carry you home I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always Passin' by these haters like we got all A's I got to feed the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always Passin' by these haters like we got all A's Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me Sugar Delight Uh-ohh hoe, Willie cuttin virgin broads tonight Blowin like a boss, that champion chief in cost And oh my dual exhaust, will make your shit get lost There's somethin' 'bout these guns that give these hoes asthma attacks These are actual facts, I ain't been in no actual car-jacks but let me tell you this, I'll burn a nigga ass up to a crisp Ridin with these two glocks, we gon' bounce on off, on the new shocks My nigga don't hate me, 'cause I ain't hated, but we related No one including me, should be underestimated But don't you dare ride through the SWATS without, at least 30 shots 'Cause I'm tellin ya, these Southern boys gon' get all they got I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always Passin' by these haters like we got all A's I got to feed the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always Passin' by these haters like we got all A's Pop it in, get to work, brains blow, ghetto prop Off the block before your carcass drop Can't share nothin with the niggeroles, stealin socks Out your cornbread dream too, if you got those, leavin deaf hoes Brown on the outside, pink in the middle Ain't barrin none hundred round draw Nothin under seventy-five, and I get slick ?? Takin no prisoners cuffed, they die fightin for they freedom


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