Lyrics:
Yeah
You cannot work
Your cannot talk just the way you like
To everybody and to the kids who a superstars
Some think that you are lucky
Maybe u don't
Yeah
You cannot work
Your cannot talk just the way you like
To everybody and to the kids who a superstars
Some think that you are lucky
Maybe u don't
While you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chicken heads gobblin'
Shit I'm drivin' in, come
[Chorus:]
You can bop your head like this (Ha)
When we're dropping bombs like this (Ha)
You can bop your head to this (Ha)
When we're dropping bombs like
pitch
Tie your head in front of the benzo whip
Shit y'all probably think i'm trippin bitch
But i rather trip the bitch
Cause i still love that bitch
Yeah
hardcore rhymes
When you diggin' out your girl from behind, you're gonna find
The reason that her eyes are closed, Black Caesar's on her mind
Your
(explodes)
While you got sit up I was hittin' your ex hoe
Shit I kept low petro your metro
Politics keep the chicken heads gobolin'
Shit I'm drivin' in
Fell out with my dawg he was tweaking had to leave him alone
Smell like a bag when I'm at your function killer kush my cologne
Ran up a bag by Spaghetti
drummer beater
Brown sugar is sweeter beats by Peter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
La la la la la
brains
I'm pissed, y'all niggaz shouldn'ta fucked with this
I clutch my fo-fifth, I puncture yo shit
I blast a nigga, plastic bag stick a nigga
Got love
ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
(Here's to Roc-A-Fella)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and
(Here's
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
me, Aquarius'Killa
That nigga I chop 'em Kenobi
Obi Wan, Star Wars
Killing these niggas im hard-core
Project to Pat, Nigga it's back
Denzel the Curry
stack my grants in a hill
So you better set the *?backra?* or ya head'll splat
I smiggity smoked the pot that called the kettle black
Provoke and get your
the Hill create
I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy
Now I'm fucking with your head, and you realize that it's tricky
Got you paranoid,
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
we can fly.. but I can feel it in the wind
The beginning or the end
So people keep your head
on your head say the story
As you downplay your glory
Cackling, helping the shackling of your brethren happen
Just by rapping
Liberator
brought it out of his brother's bag
Thus did we plan for Joseph
He could not take his brother by the king's law as a slave, but that was the will of Allah
the holdin head of queen
Pink notes'll keep a nigga clean
Drop a bad bitch to her knees
I was hardcore from the stove
I had to make a profit off the phone
wishin', boy
Go'n head
Swing your sticks, throw the door
Granny longlegs
Yeah, he worryin' 'bout his ho
That bitch in my bed
S-L-IM-E, these niggas heard
[Baby]
Baller Blockin'
Nigga I don't give a fuck
When it's on, it's on
We got Baby, Lac and Stone
In this bitch
I'm a neighborhood superstar
your head"
And said, "Yo, stop frontin' and use your head" (heart)
And said, "Yo, stop frontin' and use your head" (soul)
You gotta love it or leave
your head"
And said, "Yo, stop frontin' and use your head" (heart)
And said, "Yo, stop frontin' and use your head" (soul)
You gotta love it or leave
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