Lyrics:
the police
Get it good girl, use your knees
I love them brainiacs
Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)
Back on my Compton shit
Demonic how I
the cameras don't get aired here
They can't see you
Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do
And you don't appear to be a peer to me, for real
You should kneel
for
Years and don't expect parole
But told me to bar you to
Death so God bless ya soul bars!
I can't believe he got the nerve
To bring up the face off
they dazed when
I was whippin' up the pot
Like they can smell what I was cookin'
They go crazy for the rock
I'mma move it, I'mma shoot it
I get angry
a Paul Allen in vacant loft
Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
You ain't Superman when that cape is
to validate
So who's the bunny lookin' sweet like a honeycomb?
He said, no my brother, you got to get your own, summer bunny
Summer bunnies drive me crazy
the cameras don't get aired here
They can't see you
Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do
And you don't appear to be a peer to me, for real
You should kneel
by any means so my soul for sale
I got my soul for sale
Yeah, I remember them days couldn't post no bail
I couldn't post no bail
Standing on the corner
watch a nigga get seasick
Throwin' up the pyramid, like I'm from Egypt
The hunnid round see-through, y'all so see-through
I know real Crips and they
gonna survive, unless
We get a little crazy
No we're never gonna survive, unless
We are a little
Cray, cray, cray
Crazy yellow people walking
go be major'
You should get it and just show
Em just how you with it
Put on for your city
Show em that you commited
I show em just how I'm real
'Beat
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
(Ouaye, this that ouaye)
I know im driving you crazy
I know im driving you crazy
But Fuck with a real nigga baby
Fuck with
the feeling that
A woman is behind it
So I'm always chasing tails
The real-life Sonic
And I'm always spitting fire half black
Half demonic
Nah, I'm half black
your name
But I knew just who they meant
I was so surprised and shocked
And I wondered too
If by chance you heard it for yourself
I never told
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Til you see 'em on the real
Then you find out they a bitch ass nigga
Just with a record deal for real
The internet gon' get these niggas killed
Hide
hanging wit
You mite get in trouble
Get in trouble
Careful what you saying
You mite get in trouble
Get in trouble
Shit crazy It's real out here
Shit crazy
crazy
This crown feel so good on my head right now
I just get on my broom and fly away
Y'all niggas gotta step your weight up
I go real, real far away
crazy
This crown feel so good on my head right now
I just get on my broom and fly away
Y'all niggas gotta step your weight up
I go real, real far away
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
Yeah
Ah
Real hot girl shit
Mwah
Okay, the hate turned me to a monster, so I guess I'm evil now (I'm evil now)
Woke up and I blacked out
Trash
So I'll beat ya ass nigga
I'll box for real
You battle rap so keep it battle rap
'fore you get shot and killed
Most the dudes that Battle Trap
on it, that's why you never disappointed
We give you what we live through for real (for real)
Don't own a crown but I'm royalty
And trying to see
shorty, that's for that other bitch
I'm going crazy 'bout it, I'm going codeine crazy
That's how I'm living it, I'm feeling lovely
I'm drinking bubbly,
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