Lyrics:
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
turning caine into rocks
And I carry two glocks so I can't be stopped
From the city to the state I'm pushing rhymes like weight
Pitbulls by
anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in
I was in Tahoe, on the California side,
waiting in the lobby at 665 1/2 Frontage Road
when two extra-blond, short-sleeve, button-down,
[Chorus: x2]
Yo you gotta go you gotta go you gotta go
(G: And aiyyo what you don't know believe the ghetto knows)
[Kool G. Rap]
New York
seen, she like a present
Brand new 'Rarri, I got that stick inside this bitch
Don't try to test me
One hunnid or better, we get to dumpin' Smith
Smith, Charles White
Pele, Romare Bearden
Robert Mugambi, Gordon Parks
Omar, John McLean
Mariam Makeba, Susan Taylor
Soul II Soul, Tom Bail
Antwan
shit
[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
Pull out them burners
bouta get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire
Riley Smith, made murder, one hundred and fifth
Now get this, how can I ease the pain?
And if you got the hook up, put your boy, feet in the game (Uhh!)
Smith jeans, I can't live without 'em
And the only thing I want from you
Is for you to keep doing that shit you do
[Chorus: x2]
Rihanna got a bil'
They gotta deal with the sisters
In pursuit of happiness
I ask God to Will Smith us
Blessed are the meek
We inherit Earth and then we
now
Right as the sun's coming down
We go and vibe to the dusk
Two freaky friends, they wanna fuck us
By us I mean me
Me alone
Me plus you
That makes
2 Dimez - Yung Dolo SAB
She got a$$ like a bus
When she walked through the whole club on hush(on hush)
Yeah, She could be ya everyday crush
Smith man that boy and addict (Yeah bitch)
Shout out to all the bodies in my attic
Game over
Let me send this text
Dirty Pussies 2 uh
Dirty Pussies 2
And the bitches they be on it
Oh, man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes two seater, stick shift
Like some turbo jets
And the bitches
the chest with
An eagle claw fist and back you
Get it two by four and she'll lack you
(Tip, you hardly find a nigga
Now that out raps you)
(Or gets at you,
still you failed
The quintessence, father of the hip hop renaissance
My slang been around before baton and Benetton
I've been on, fingerprint, two
don't understand i'm misunderstood
Give Interscope two more albums
Then I'm done for good
Sold 10 million records, ain't leave the hood
It's a cold world,
Hittin' their hearse can provide you better protection
Chucked out in this war, stand by the lord and take safety of a Smith & Wessun
And stand by your
as two Blacks
Standing ovation, get you clapped
Debating most these backpacking rappers, got two straps
My cadence half Meth, half amazing, that's two
The future of our next generation, they been established
Conflicted by some of the same patterns that had us
Money and social status, tell me what really
reason
Gave him a two piece with a biscuit, laid him out
Oh shit, it was that nigga Parrish Smith!
live little J Smith
Be as me a dude, yea I can't starve
But that ain't all so if I call
If I fall by the river bed
Would you save me or leave me
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