Parov Stelar - Wanna get lyrics

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Parov Stelar - Wanna get lyrics

No question about it, Queens represent! Say what? Queens represent! Come on, come on! Queens represent! Come on, Lost Boyz, LL Cool J You wanna get paid? You wanna get laid? Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways Live your life in an ill real way Got 6 rides in your little drive-way You get mad puff-lie all day Make plans with your crime family Get money money, take money money Get money money, take money money By age 19 Tyheim is turned out He ain't talkin' much, keep a dutch in his mouth Cop the aberrettes, orange and Blue Laced the Gore-tex, stepped with his crew Black superstar, Jesus piece Who he prayin' to? God or the Beast Some bust blocks, feared on the block Traded in the trucks for a silver drop top Drug money flowin', jealousy is growin' Paranoia got him second guessin' D-T's on his back got him stressin' He was at the light blazin' up traum Around the corner came a tinted out Yukon Ten slugs in the door made him fall I guess he should of never hustled at all You wanna get paid? You wanna get laid? Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways Live your life in an ill real way Got 6 rides in your little drive-way You get mad puff-lie all day Make plans with your crime family Get money money, take money money Get money money, take money money My man Tay-Kwan like the chicks a lot Even when he hustled he kept them in his spot He liked to f** a lot and make the rubber pop 5 baby mothers, 1 live on my block Shinin' in the club, chickens showin' love Cash flow bubblin' from pimpin' and d** He a real pretty cat, he get from his moms Back in the seventies, she was the bomb His games top notch, and he don't stop He hit a reverends daughter in a church parkin' lot Tay-Kwan is sick, heartless with chicks He liked to beat 'em up, make 'em s** dick Met a little shorty, brought her back to Queens Honey got the virus, you know the routine Not only did he walk away with the HIV Her man's jealous, jooked him ridiculously You wanna get paid? You wanna get laid? Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways Live your life in an ill real way Got 6 rides in your little drive-way You get mad puff-lie all day Make plans with your crime family Get money money, take money money Get money money, take money money Yolanda's always got a scheme Credit cards in ATM machines Used to make coats, holdin' work got arrest Honey made sons pockets bleed to d**h She a vet, yet she look innocent and sweet When she wet, ain't no controllin' the heat For baguettes she give love to ill thugs Age of 15 she learned to pump d** Then she got pregnant, abandoned the kid Met this drug kid, set him up and slid Now she 23 full blown in the mix Sizin' up wits than more cliques is gettin' chips She down for whatever, as long as it pays She tipped off the kids and got Tyheim blazed She was in the same Yukon, laughin' with the thug He said thanks for settin' Tyheim up, take a slug You wanna get paid? You wanna get laid? Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways Live your life in an ill real way Got 6 rides in your little drive-way You get mad puff-lie all day Make plans with your crime family Get money money, take money money Get money money, take money money Get paid mommy, come on, come on Get paid daddy, come on, come on Get paid mommy, come on, come on Get paid daddy, come on, come on Get paid mommy, come on, come on Get paid daddy, come on, come on Get paid mommy, come on, come on Get paid daddy, come on, come on n***as they wellin' they just don't know It be LL and 83rd rockin' the show Now n***as they front, they just don't know But n***as wanna stick they ball in that hole, peace