I ain't havin that This is the millenium of Aftermath It ain't gonna be nothin' after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it back So
But all the pretty, pretty ones Will leave you low and blow your mind We're all stars now in the dope show We're all stars now in the dope show ["
some dollars So get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh Most all of my niggas got the same and we gonna roll it all up to smoke Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut, so
to get rich, ain't ate in days So it ain't no thang to click click, bitch, gimme your shit Fresh out the pen and I'm low on ends, fuck calm I tried
down [Krayzie] I'm steppin' in my hood at night and I'm low up on cash So gimme everything you got 'cause Bone assult your ass Oh, so you wanna play
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector Needin' me money, know he's up tonight See niggas can't stand us So they label us scandalous And if them runnin' off
're so funky Where is cedric? Where is cedric? [ 2low ] Here I am Here I am [ scarface ] How are you today, sir? [ 2low ] Very high, I thank you [ scarface ] Smoke one, fool [ 2low
what's happenin' baby? Wsup, wsup witcha? Tryin' to get this loot Yeah, know what I'm sayin'? No doubt So what's it gon' be? Women, whiskey, weed Dope
drive slow back to youngstown ohio So fuck these rhymes Let me stick my dick in your ear, And fuck with your mind Nigga Chorus Verse 3: [big mike] Niggas betray themselves as low
move the real chickens So if I'm goin down, I'm comin home on a meal ticket Do your dirt on the cool, so they can't say they saw shit Cause in this game
try to pave the way So my family can have a better place to stay I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short I can't cope, so now I'm slangin' dope
bitches is low budget Straight traitor's, so fuck you and the glass that you puff on Don't smile in my face, when you see me get the fuck on Dope fiend
. . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . [Verse: Fate Wilson] (let's do it again) Okay, I remember the days (let's do it again) High rights, low
SHiiit) I used to fuck this bitch Had a husband with dope money an I had his snow bunny Climbin the bed post Feedin her dog meat In love with the nine inch, so
the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye Boom shacka boom shacka hair jumps in the sky Why I never liked chicken pot pie? Or the chopped chicken on rye? So
gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony (Rick Ross) I play these keys like a dope Barry Manilow They get a bitch for that time, she speaks kinda low
me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) C, C, Can't hold me Verse 1. This is dope boy music
And let ya hair blow I'm in the Embassy Suite room 304 and don't wear nuthin under your trenchcoat You remind of Lisa Raye Cut the lights low so we can