Tony Yayo - Mr. 3000 lyrics

Mr. 3000 It's mr. 3000 Yea, yea, yea Popping on the highway Share courses with those that didn't make it My eyes all faded Grim reaper when I'm waving the tec I'll leave you deeper than the national debt Yea, yea, cleeko and rose till our guts explode Cuban cigars, spanish villa, baddest hoe Yea, call me mr. 3000 My weed, a pretty hairstyle on pradlan Slip past the border and shoot a custom agent Tendo behind me so my trunk is fragrant Uh, gettin money is my occupation Try to stop me, board game operation My crazy nigerians I'll lay you down Chopper hit a chopper black hawk down See my mind is like a crime encyclopedia It's hard to make it to heaven the devil keep g'ing ya And if these labels ain't seeing ya The dope is in the boyarife you splurge when we reing up Pretty b**h and she tripping off the papa smurfs Pop 2 in the coupe she lifting up her skirt I put ya dick in the dirt she ain't f** machina 44 raging bull, robert deniro Loyalty over greed hoe n***az die slow Yo michael told me I don't ever trust a frito 4-10 with the tayo It's like saving private ryan in my hood bro Yaaa, 100 bottles it look like god coming Highway to heaven when the work come in Koneba, tony in that hot tub I ice turn her to bonita in this dope cause Connect on the phone he say hello I need a tan of pale yellow That really mean he got that tan and that yellow Sugar hill sh** rob melo 10 bricks right off a furlow Blunt ashes of rozay, Marc jacobs all white girls from norway, foreplay 3 wheels on a caddy Bad b**h on her back her a** like damn And, f** a connect I need a coke farmer And a man made submarine underwater I told y'all n***az man Mr. 3000