Lyrics:
And doowhatwelike, yeah, and doowhatwelike.
From a pink-skinned yankee, to a blue black southerner,
Ditch digger or a governor,
Just doowutchyalike,
And doowhatwelike, yeah, and doowhatwelike.
From a pink-skinned yankee, to a blue black southerner,
Ditch digger or a governor,
Just doowutchyalike,
What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?
I told you, man, I told you
Don't fuck with me
I told you, no fucking kids, no
But you wouldn't listen
cause you never know
You get blamed by yo mans he a jealous soul
So even when I die I ain't really gone
These days you can't tell if they friend or foe
on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
I feel like I was born to go viral
My dream is to be little kid’s idol
White boy plug, not Kyle
Diamonds on me sick, where’s my NyQuil
My shooter’s
Now this ain't all about niggas, I know some trifling hoes
Rather get they hair fixed, than by they kids some clothes
These hoes rather go, to the club
hair fixed, than by they kids some clothes
These hoes rather go, to the club every night
Until she came home, and wasn't no gas and lights
Now when shit
Roll up to the mansion, V8 loaded with my brothers
Sure we like the women, but we truly love each other
Turning up the function, find a new vibe
I'm popping off, no acne
But you coming with me
New kid on the block but I'm ready to conquer the streets,
to conquer the beef!
No hesitation,
Unleash
She got heart eyes for the kid but I can't be no valentine
Remember I got struck by cupid all them feelings passed in time
Valentino duffel bag I got
thru
They just Jealous cuz the face The face blue
They don’t say it to ya face no
Intolerant to Bull shit
Gassed up we oil rich
My chicken different
necklace
Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous
'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates
Driving by the streets we used
at me now, made it this far no kids
I'm beating my pops
I started beating the block
And niggas start leaving the block
Either that nigga dead or ducking
Live, no one man can stop me
Can I Live, no front-line can block me
Can I Live, or do I got to bring it to these kids
Can I Live, if I don't live
teens
I don't even know if she's still alive
If she is, she's probably married with five kids by now
Oh yeah
And I wonder if her husband carries a gun
Did
Started paying the rent by slangin'
Phat ass coca rocks
Now shes 23 her four kids all alone
And loc'ed out
And plus shes all smoked out, the base face
You
get a body?
I grab her by her neck and look in her eyes whenever she ride me
This ain't Karate Kid, I put that iron on Mr. Miyagi
This ain't for
profession
What we reppin'? Better tune in
On the block I was never the new kid
Ain't no feelings my heart stay cooling
Hearing them shots movin', now we
the constant years of praying for a new man
We remain the same with our conflicts, it's a cycle with all of this bloodshed, some preach on it but don't
then I copped the blue one on em'
Grab a mop fuck the wap
Hoes I be screwing on em'
More guap more guap then I copped the new one on em'
of the Basil Rathbone
And the last disaster casting
Impassible laughter blocks my path
Blue chaff
Blue chaff
Blue chaff
wise
Raised by grandma
She said don't be like Pa
Gotta break da cycle
But it's hard when you like him
Gettin' plugs with better prices
Fade after fade
Yeah, ha-ha-ha (bang)
Yeah, Bizarre Kid comin' at you
Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, haha
No one's iller than me (what?)
No one, no one is
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