Map
Always repping but I'm never home
Trip to Vegas, man I should've flown
Strictly business when I'm on the phone
Terrorizing when I'm in my zone
And RIP Tone Bone
Real deep, Tone Loc
Big dog, Rojo
I can mingle with the white boys
Samuel Jackson in the fro zone
Blue lights, po po
Getting money like 50
(Pass the fifth)
Curtis really got the cheat code
Never put the blame on another man
George Hill hit your free throws
If I don't make it with this rap shit then my dog will get it by the kilo
You know he keep it on the d low
Hawaiian mamma got resemblance to Nani
Local thottie only came with her body
Add another, don't forget about Lonnie
Niggas want me in the grave
I ain't drowning or riding the wave
Learn something new everyday
Watch every move that I make
Gotta go make me a play
Momma make sure that I pray
Gotta go make me a play
Gotta go make me a play
Born to lose, built to win
I got a hit
You ain't good girl, we all sin
Fuck all that lovey dovey shit
Put your ass up, we're grown
No excuses alone
Influence by my own and a couple bitches songs
I need a big amount
Spent money that I didn't count
Counting money in a different house
(Yeah)
Cold as fuck, rap right into Rover truck
Seen the numbers going up
Call the coroner
Aura gold, can't contain it
Overload
I been stacking bread, hard for dough to fold
Prior to retire, hundred million sold
Albums are going to be platinum
Grammys solid gold
Real ones in the jungle relate
Lions, tigers, and bears
Oh my
Hakuna Matata
Ohana
Osama been drinking
(The fuck is you thinking)
Boy is you slow
(Nah he be Franklin)
Frankly it really don't matter to see
Head high when I slide across the street
Billie Jean when I walk on the beat
Eyes front when you're talking to me
Ears open when you're copping a plea
I'm busting right out of the gate
It's getting harder to wait
Gotta go make me a play
Gotta go make me a playa
Gotta go make me a play
Gotta go make me a playa
Gotta go make me a play
Gotta go make me a playa
Gotta go make me a play
Gotta go make me a playa
Gotta go make me play
(You know it)
(You know it)
Gotta go make me a playa
Gotta go make me a play
Gotta go make me a playa
Gotta go make me a play
Nip stood still in the booth
Trip to Vegas, man I should've flown
Strictly business when I'm on the phone
Terrorizing when I'm in my zone
And RIP Tone Bone
Real deep, Tone Loc
Big dog, Rojo
I can mingle with the white boys
Samuel Jackson in the fro zone
Blue lights, po po
Getting money like 50
(Pass the fifth)
Curtis really got the cheat code
Never put the blame on another man
George Hill hit your free throws
If I don't make it with this rap shit then my dog will get it by the kilo
You know he keep it on the d low
Hawaiian mamma got resemblance to Nani
Local thottie only came with her body
Add another, don't forget about Lonnie
Niggas want me in the grave
I ain't drowning or riding the wave
Learn something new everyday
Watch every move that I make
Gotta go make me a play
Momma make sure that I pray
Gotta go make me a play
Gotta go make me a play
Born to lose, built to win
I got a hit
You ain't good girl, we all sin
Fuck all that lovey dovey shit
Put your ass up, we're grown
No excuses alone
Influence by my own and a couple bitches songs
I need a big amount
Spent money that I didn't count
Counting money in a different house
(Yeah)
Cold as fuck, rap right into Rover truck
Seen the numbers going up
Call the coroner
Aura gold, can't contain it
Overload
I been stacking bread, hard for dough to fold
Prior to retire, hundred million sold
Albums are going to be platinum
Grammys solid gold
Real ones in the jungle relate
Lions, tigers, and bears
Oh my
Hakuna Matata
Ohana
Osama been drinking
(The fuck is you thinking)
Boy is you slow
(Nah he be Franklin)
Frankly it really don't matter to see
Head high when I slide across the street
Billie Jean when I walk on the beat
Eyes front when you're talking to me
Ears open when you're copping a plea
I'm busting right out of the gate
It's getting harder to wait
Gotta go make me a play
Gotta go make me a playa
Gotta go make me a play
Gotta go make me a playa
Gotta go make me a play
Gotta go make me a playa
Gotta go make me a play
Gotta go make me a playa
Gotta go make me play
(You know it)
(You know it)
Gotta go make me a playa
Gotta go make me a play
Gotta go make me a playa
Gotta go make me a play
Nip stood still in the booth
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Writer(s): Charles Swinton
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