Lyrics:
to head bacc
To Corona
Sippin Corona
Got the roll up
Smell the oder
Sticky steamin
Like Arizona
Cough up a lung
Where you from
Q-U son
Ain’t nothin nice
nineteen i might seem desitend for millions
promoters on my ass so im guessing they filled
in i take q's from my big boy popz
i 'm the only young dude that
ball my clammy hands into fists by my sides
Every step I take, I can hear an echo
I glance around and realise it's me
It's my shoes they clatter across
MOTHERFUCKERS OUT OF THEY SHOES, WHAT?
[Angie Martinez]
Comin live from the streets where some died tryin to eat
From Y.O. to Philly, from Harlem to Q
y9u feel nice by my side i feel more than nice
like a sweet melody
you live in a me mind
this is love that im feeling
gal you drive me mad
you me
to Wendy, shout to Liz Cardozo, all my family up at Reebok, (Pam's Am!)
(Dc Shoes), it's all forgiven, ya heard!
(Shout to Kevin Hana), shout to every club
Cliff, Super nice, and Draws (real niggas)
[Verse 2: Nas]
Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes
pinky rings, big rounders with tools, bossin'
might get it in heaps
Try to give it back he be like, nah that's yours to keep
So poetic baby girl you make it hard to speak
My dream lover make it
Walk in the room
Give a tester
Tell him to put P6 in the zoot
He says I normally get nine bar
But today
2 And a q
I got rid of 2 and a q
So My boo
to be Clearing my head when i drive
For now i'm exploring by driving my Taurus, it's more enough to be getting me by
Thinking that it'd be nice to switch
to
know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
me a try to kiss me enough? Hun?
Oh, please love meean French, French mean love, everybody love my accent
Why nobody like it? Q-Tip would write
me a try to kiss me enough? Hun?
Oh, please love meean French, French mean love, everybody love my accent
Why nobody like it? Q-Tip would write
endeavor
These hoes can't walk in my shoes
Spent a lot of time on my shoes
I get big high off my shoes
I roll these bitches up by the twos
I got a large
I ain't tryna stop ya
(Shine) From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) Skritin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) Check my baby mama
(Shine) Whip Rovers, not
Tratan entre 5 y no pueden pararme
Cb estoy high
No los veo desde acá arriba
Cb stand by
Mi bro im too nice
Bitch I feel like Mike
Tratan entre 5 y no
the stuff
They fuckin sheisty, identify me by my Nikes
Dice one against the grain, nice chain, ice ain't a price b
Extortionist, constantly tossed by crooked
shoes
Some niggas make the news wild as animals
With sabretooth on the A-venues and V-waves
Same shit from my pops days the these days
And PJs, I
bold, Santa had to take my name off of the nice list
If you cannot already tell by the shoes, I am a certified Hype-beast
If a girl says, "Let's listen
And then she grabbed my hand, and said, "I'm with you!"
Huh-huh, yeah, huh
So we met the Greg N-I-see-E (Nice & Smooth)
Fay had a girlfriend named Nicey
We
(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album
yeah
Step in my shoes, baby yeah, baby yeah
What would it be like if you were walking right by
If I fessed up, said what's up, would I get a reply?
and all i got is more fire to come
a lotta cats is nice, but im liver than them
and these ATL streets, is what im tryin to rise up from
by any means just
mi nuh get weh mi fi get but tell dem wah
Tek a step inna mi shoes
Tek a step innna mi shoes
Cause if me gi yuh dis fi run off fi a day my youth
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