Ron Artest (Mix) Lyrics

Aye, lil' baby, I'll swoop in a minute When I talk business, I keep it explicit

Stay down and my money grow like midgets Lame niggas talkin' nonsense, we crickets

We crickets, top shelf, good ticket Good lows, more digits

We know the Za gon' go But when I get lows, I can make a lil' mo

When I get bows, I'ma make sure you know If drown on the bows then I'm fuckin' with

Snow Fuck with them ps and them gunnnas, no snitchin

And these niggas dissin' cause they want a mention

Ayy, I side with the fam right or wrong for whatever the reason

I cut off the fam with them niggas, commit any treason

I know that she fuckin', don't know why she teasin'

I'm finesse the bitch without any pape

These niggas is stupid and fake fighting demons

They fake crashin', Man give me a break

I slap through the night tryna stay awake

White bitch and a natty for getaway

When I'm in the field, I don't wanna play And I wanna mate, I don't wanna date

Bows in the trunk with some white tees Loyalty to my square like Spike Lee

Can be a slave to the pavement, man I might be Will I shoot at these niggas like Mikey

One time, I'm finna be a hype beast Right now, will I win most likely

Grind time, I'ma move at my own pace My time, I only wanna see her at night time

I keep it playin' like Ron Artest Ayy, in the big boy league, I compete with the best

Ayy, and she want the boy, so I gave her a tester

Ayy, if she keep it P, then I just might bless her

Ayy, get the rack, tell the dresser

And the gang, bout to take off like rocket ships

Once it's up, then it's stuck, ain't no stoppin' it

Shoot my shot at your bitch, ain't no blockin' it

We gon' grind to the top, then we lockin' it

Lame niggas and bars, I ain't poppin' it

Ain't no time for the play, so I'm clockin' it

I'm the booze man, I feed you like rocket man

Pocket watchin' then go in his pocket then

Keep it rockin', this shit ain't gon' stop it then I ain't lackin', so let's get it crackin' then

Keep it ratchet, if he plan on jacking then, Louis Fanny, yeah, that's when I'm packin' in

I don't want me a job, so I'm trappin' then Crazy prices, my old heads be tappin' in

I be spendin', I'm supposed to be stackin' it Kick the rat out the trap, I ain't havin' it

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