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lunasicc - too much on it lyrics

featuring ephriam galloway & mississippi

uh. what ya gonna do? do you wanna ball? lunasicc come on. what ya
gonna do? uh. what ya gonna do? luna lunasicc wha? what ya gonna
do?

-(chorus galloway & mississippi)- x2

how you gonna talk if you really don’t understand why?
that we’re out here tryin to ball that we’re out here tryin to ball
tell me.

verse 1 -(lunasicc)-

too much,
i think you need to ease on back,
lunasicc, young g’s,
ain’t no ten’s on that,
i’m gaurenteed to make a mill by the time i get through,
ain’t no versace, juss boss clothes,
jeans an tennis shoes,
the og, game tight fo real,
i keep it goin boy,
breakin out the skills,
now who got the party poppin?
drawls droppin?
i’m in a hottie, tryin not to spill a bacardi,
mobbin like a mad man, surfin a lex,
got big pimpin goin like my folks big pep,
champagne, caviar,
ain’t no time fo that,
esso on my table wit a girl in my lap,
she think i’m gonna pay fo the things she givin,
so i flash my 8-ball shirt, an keep on dippin,
on the real baby,
i ain’t gonna pay fo a thang,
hit the bar,
come back,
leave a dolla in change.
ya know.

-(chorus)-

too much on it- repeat x8 then chorus.

verse 2 -(lunasicc)-

awolin an ballin,
alcoholic fo sheez,
straight pervin,
i’m swervin in a coupe on d’s,
i’m in yo neighborhood swingin beat loud as h-ll,
when the smoke clears, i’m gone half way to vallejo,
playaz hatin cuz they baby mamas pagin me,
i’m a thug, an plus she seen the folks on t.v.
ya know the game, it ain’t about mercedez an jewels,
it’s the way i pop my feast that got yo girl in the mood,
i’m a real playa never save a thang in life,
who the man? i claim westside fo life,
(that’s right)
a new year,
a new hit fo sicc,
sumpthin fo them glove hoppers,
the ultimate fix,
so when you see me, it ain’t no need to try an talk bad,
i be mobbin, gettin silly in a ’98 jag,
in the parkin lot, is where the playaz roam,
pop my coller, yo boy tryin to take sumpthin home,
come on.

-(chorus)-

verse 3 -(lunasicc)-

so now that the partys gettin off the hook,
i’m a sprinkle one mo, fo i close the book,
i’m all out fo the loot, an as the world goes ’round,
keep a look out fo g’s when i hit yo town,
pound, fo pound,
i break the walls down wit a hit,
no cussin,
don’t even try to trip on this,
i’m the new keep,
meanin i’m the shis-i-t,
gettin gone in the head like bob marley,
now, all the real playaz let me see yo hands,
tell me who’s the man,
clean radio jams,
beat b-mpin,
money stackin,
fact not fiction,
give me the zig-zag,
i’ll do the twistin,
dom perion, uh-uh,
i’m the bomb,
but i still got a thang fo that hoe lashon,
feel me,
the life of the rich an famous,
nah,
the life of the evil an shameless,
come on.

-(chorus)- until end.

tryin to balllll! get our mon-eeeeey!

- lunasicc lyrics

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