Lyrics:
kinds
Of new opportunities old business
Models are dissolving
Leaving the field wide open
For innovation it is
A time of sweeping change and revolution
and, shit is gettin' hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected
By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
This ain't
three wise men.
Wise Man 2: We are astrologers. We have come from the East.
Mandy: Is this some kind of joke?
Wise Man 1: We wish to praise
All got habits, marijuana to static
By two cats and coats with automatics (rrrah)
St. Louis is the Truth like Sojourner (what)
Don't need a burner,
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
know what impaired is
Think it's gon' change, you can go fuck your parents - Salutations
Road man know the program
Bag of ugh got the funk like toe jam
Welcome you are now entering
The love drunk
Time is approximately 1:45
Your experience will begin momentarily
Warning abnormal behavior may occur
Lincoln on a sack, with the fifty-dat
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it crunk
Country-fried, pack a blunt
Erything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
trading is the the best, feeling like the Wolf of Hard
Free stock's keep coming in, feeling like they straight from God
Tired asl in the booth, on ever drop
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
guns,I got two for dirt (I got two for dirt)
Like who we shooting first?
This number 10 is always sliding off the waist
And barely tucked like a, like
I was going to bed drunk
And waking with my head in a funk
Taking a second to meditate it I’m a
Clumsy monk
Clumsy
I’m all thumbs
I was going to bed
Cause I know what I got is mine
For me
It's all
Borrowed time
As I lay by the window
Take me now
This peace of mind
Enchanted by the symbol
The world
fuckin broads in nail shops
Hydro? got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin crews in icu
Battlin, usin
Loose, 'scuse the fumes
Moving through the excuse
Come through with the funk funk shoes
Drunk constables I hunt two
Stumble under thunders son
You're
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole
Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob
Viscious Man Funk on the boards
Coming at you for the 98
And it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I
surround-by sound
Paint job cracking cause the punch ain't fade
Jamming that brand new 2Low tape
Windows all smokey, blowing coke-laced seed
I'm throwing up
and Frankenstein
Drinkin 'cisco disco dead wine
Dead stiffs coming through the door
Head, speakers, and limbs on the floor
I'm getting drunk, I want to be down,
rental
Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue (trap, trap dab)
Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food
Diamond brick come with a note on it,
[Intro by TQ]
I was just a young boy
The remix, this is the way we do it
[Verse 1 by TQ]
Now I'm standing on the corner, high as fuck
Thinking 'bout
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