Stuck On You (feat. Prodigy)

The Alchemist

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    I'm Hooked, I'm hooked
    I'm stuck to you - just like glue

    Alright, alright, uh-huh
    And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
    What time is it?, dawgs sit righ here
    Put the kids to bed - tell y'all story
    And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
    First worry about my money, you know what?

    Its a cash explosion, it's rainin' dollars
    We made it to stardom, the new album
    The 50-50 joint ventures, it only gets better & better
    Might treat myself to a nice Ferrari for the winter
    Gate my whole crib up, Do NOT ENTER!
    Cause the nigga inside with the shotty got a temper
    And I play it by the book, man; I thought he was a burglar
    I'm gettin' off cause I served her
    You wastin' that broad with that shit they want
    More money than any dope man could ever see
    Man, Escobar ain't got shit on P
    I'm like Trapper John, cause I M.D
    And I do surgery on the nigga for free
    When it come to that Tae Bo, we gettin' box load
    I pop a nigga over my money, man all I know 'em

    I'm stuck to you - just like glue
    I love it, I love it, I swear I do, aaahhh baby

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    Yea that's how that one go you'nah'what'I'mean?
    (Live that money right?)
    And I ain't neva let you go, let you go, (No doubt)
    And who gon' love the paper man? You gotta love the paper
    If you got that much paper you gotta hold it down
    And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
    So the next one, you know what that's about, (That's right)

    My bestest friend, my worstest enemy (That's right)
    Y'all could either save my life or be the death of me
    Even get me outta drama, or put me in a locker
    Y'all gon' have me wind up in that chair with the tires
    Stab a nigga like Myers
    But I'd rather put fire to your ass like Pryor (Damn!)
    Cause I prefer the iron
    Shoot at bitch ass niggas and do 'em like Bison
    I got big jump-off that fit down my pants leg
    'Lil jump-offs, your dunn know
    A damn thang, niggas talkin' thug on their song on the radio
    But we the reason they fire proofed the Coupes
    And we the same reason you brinin' re-enforcements through
    You'll neva get me alive my gun is like glue (Come wit it, come wit it)
    Shots spread like the flu, do you lungs, do your peoples
    I love my heaters, I'm...

    Yea, you motha'fuckin' right man, them hammers man, them guns man
    And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
    Gotta keep them thangs on you, what you know about that though?
    But you know there's one thing a nigga can't live without
    And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
    And it's the bottom line right here

    You know we like; phatties with size, 'lil cutie pies
    With the nightstands walk and bodies that talk
    Make niggas dig deep until they barrel the game
    And pull out somethin' that'll definitely gettin' to her brain (Word)
    With the perm or the braids (Whatup)
    It's all love as long as it curves and it's in right space (It's all good)
    With a face that deserves the front page
    I got the keys that'll free all birds from their cage (Let's go)
    I get pussy like James, its nuttin' to point
    Y'all niggas takin' too long to get to the point (Fo' real)
    Y'all chicks makin' me sick, you lookin' so good bitch (God damn)
    I gotta have you, enough I can't stop it
    Gangsta love, you pretty and thug
    She's like the hood nigga only if he's bustin' his gun
    Mama you go girl, you keep right on, doin' what you doin'
    Keepin' niggas off

    I'm stuck to you - just like glue
    I love it, I love it, I swear I do, eww baby

    And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
    And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
    And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
    And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone

    Ok we gotta battle the .9 millimeter heavy duty pistols
    West has the carbon 15 .9 millimeter pistol
    And I got a mac-10 from Invasion USA
    We're gonna have a 'lil race, you read? (Yep)
    Ok, bottom two, here we go: .9 millimeter fired, then the mac-10
    I win

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    Composición: Prod. The Alchemist

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