Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Lyrics To The Song (Status)—Freestyle by Point One From the Album Single written by Justin D. Myers Jango and Datpiff.com

Lyrics To The Song (Status)—Freestyle   by Point One From the Album Single written by Justin D. Myers   Jango and Datpiff.com

-Intro-

“Come on man,-
                        You been round—
                                        Too damn long
For all this bullshit—
                   All this shit you got going through your head ----


---Now this tru-----“

      “Yo”
                        “I said!”




--Freestyle-Verse1

“1 for the Money
Point One be the name
In the game,im in it for all the change”

                    “Stack it Playa”

“whats you really name
Im in them,
Two tone gaters
Fucken wit a cadilac
And bitches wana blaze it”

“Come on suck a dick for it—
Pretty eyes,
                 Baby girl—
You know you want me up in them thighs
And im lyke—“

“you wana realize the shit I done taught
The shit ya done bought----“


                                              “Now open up”

(pause)


“I don’t really give a damn
Im the gram
Point One-----
Kiss ya titties
And ya nipples, and ya navel, and ya toes
And ya ass---bath watter
Drink it ,cuz im nasty ho!!!
I don’t give a fuck---“


“Yeah girl,---”

                         “Yeah girl---You know”


            

“One for the money------- bitch-“

“One for the coop—
   I don’t give a fuck
In them high stiletto boots
And you can get on the pole
And dance for the loot---“

                                               
                                                                     “—Im Cool-“
                          
                                                            “-You too---“

                                                                         “Im down - too ryde—
                                                                                                             ----Too—-“


“in tell you wana stop—
  ---and im a push you up---“

“But Im a keep you underneath the wing-
Cuz Im always ya look out
And I don’t give a fuck how—
You think the game done taught cha’
Or how the game done raised ya
Or what that nigga bought  cha’”

“I put faggot’s in coffins’
And don’t give a damn
They don’t know who the gram
They aint from my land”

“Im way up in the sky
And I aint talkin’ ‘bout high
Even though I Perm Blunt’s of the skunk
Perple haze,in them eyes”

“Dat-

        You—be—lyke—red—to you--------

C—D—I—G—O---M—O—Poo”

“arnt you Fuck ass niggaz-

Gay ass niggaz

Half black
Make ya whole Pussy quiver

This whole shit,--
Aint shit,--
An game be blurry

I say shit dumb
Cuz the shits lyke blurry

Im just gon’,put it in
An break the shit
And then release it
Delete it,
And then say you motha fuckas
Cant even see it!!!”

“Bitch Please this aint nothin’
Im grabben on an ass cheek
And the shits,
                      5’5 with brown eyes
Big ass titties,
  And knows how to suck a good dick
Deep throat---
And im talking bout the whole eight inch”
(pause) 

“How it feel to ya?”
(pause)

“She said it feels good,
But she kind a mic. Shy
So she don’t wanta hear ya
Hear ya voice—

Said ya might a heard it before
But im a keep it low---
(pause)
She said she thirty six
‘em a lot a mirrors up in this bitch

G’ya wana take a pick --
Sowme this weed up when we down
N smoke it up
Real niggaz give a fuck
Toke it up-“


“Whats you smoke, nigg---A”

“I only smoke blunts”

“Im talking ‘bout-
Optimo, swisher sweets n dutch

And if you don’t got a B
Broke n open -------- hear
 Release the gats
And tell the gram
I aint rollin’ it

At least Im being choosy
You an
All ya motha fuckaz
Who be thinking
That you bangen blue or red or whatever
Ya head, you can ryde with me
Cuz im down for whatever
Im from
Motha fuckin streets

And I shit on the police”

--“They don’t know me”--
---“motha fucka,- yeah they know me”
“and yeah they can blow me
Talking ‘bout all of them motha fuckaz”


                     (break)

                                       “Oooooooooooooooooo!!”

“Yeah they hot too…----
Talking ‘bout them police
In the--- in the motha fuckin clothes n shit
Female police—looking good—walk up to the car
Lyke bitch--------  you blond with long ass hair
Lyke I aint gonna  fuck ya!!!?”

Verse 2

“Now bend over baby---
over  your car
and let everybody see
that you a star.
I put the hand cuffs on you
You can put um on my one arm
I got to make sure I can get the key
And ring the A-larm--------“

“Its---- get---ing
Hot in hear
Make yo pussy wet
An listen to the shit I spit
Yeah---
If you want me, --to turn it up
baby girl you better touch-these nigga nut’s

                                                       ----nutts---

                                                                         ---nutts----”

               (outro)
“Bitch!!”-----------“(something low-im a keep recording though)”

“Point One/J-Dubb/Capone Dub E-N-T
Capone Dub E-N-T/J-Dubb/Point One”                    
“In ya face”” Bad , Bitch ,Is , calling”
  (End)



   
                 

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