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50 Cent
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Elementry
G Unit, A, B You can't fuck with me C, D We from the Harlem streets E, F Don't talk me to death G, H It's elementary
Picture me rolling Range Rover Same color your Air Force Ones White on white, ya like? Red I flight the night From L.A. to N.Y. I'm Harlem bound
You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett 'round Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs I hear 'em whispering, 'That ain't a man, shit that's her'
She roll with them G Unit niggas, that's what's up Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up I got a fetish for the chips, 20's for the six hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch And the police we'll have another crime scene taker Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up Uptown niggas known for the money they make Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake
The boss spending ends Saying, 'Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's' The snitch in the precinct saying 'He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D'
The balla by the bar saying 'Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me' Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, 'He robbed me' It's elementary
1, 2, 3, 4 Lloyd Banks' in the house
Now get the fuck on the floor I slid through the front door With the 9 and the velor, a cal in my pocket You will, I'ma pop it, I'm down for a profit I'm ghetto as hell, you can't you tell? My road dog, under the jail getting frustrating mail
So I'm drinking and smoking thinking and hoping This cell gon' open, you can dance next to me But don't throw an elbow, I'll throw one back And leave blood on your Shell Toes Hell no I ain't paying for pleasure
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Your pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team Long on the suine, DVD's on the screen Blowing on cream waiting for you to scheme You ain't gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine
The boss spending ends Saying, 'Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's' The snitch in the precinct saying 'He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D'
The balla by the bar saying 'Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me' Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, 'He robbed me' It's elementary
I don't wanna grow up, I'ma hustler kid Go 'head and stunt, see I don't pop two your wig I'm artistic, intelligent, so much ability When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me
So y'all niggas hate me, 'cause your wives be our groupies Y'all irritate me, like loud people in the movies Fall back, matter fact back down 'Cause I just passed security without no pat down
You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky Or catch me on the dance floor feeling some tits Sex sells, so I'ma P I M P So my pockets never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos 50 got me getting ass like I never did So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid
The boss spending ends Saying, 'Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's' The snitch in the precinct saying 'He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D'
The balla by the bar saying 'Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me' Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, 'He robbed me' It's elementary
The cat in the house go Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow The bird in the cage go Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet It's elementary
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