Lyrics:
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why'all hear that Nolia Clap
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
[Verse 1]
I'm in the Calio, You know I'm headed front of town
By Chaotic and the Real One,
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why'all hear that Nolia Clap
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
[Verse 1]
I'm in the Calio, You know I'm headed front of town
By Chaotic and the Real One,
you
By my side, thick and thin
Highs and lows, don't let go (all I need is)
We gon' ride, we gon' win
Don't know how, all I know (all I need is)
the Gospel of Sunday morning (Ooh, of Sunday morning)
And all of that because of You
So I’ll give my heart
Over, over and over again (Over and over
and my momma use to sit and watch the lion king
She had a pathfinder to yea bumping Yolanda Adams
Or four hundred degreez by juvenile
And we ain't never
Been gettin' this bread since a juvenile
Probably why I be flowin' unusual
All my teachers said that I
Was a stupid child
Now I hop out a tub with
romance)
Heartbreak suzie don't you waste my time
(she have me in a fantasy island)
Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
Fuck the pub
Fuck the ball
Fuck him, fuck security,(violence)
With a gun and grill that's how I fucked her, fucked why'all
Even Juvenile said all
Of the palm of my hands
My heart stopped
Like a heart attack
I felt all the pain
When I saw you
With him by your side
I know it's through
You make my soul so
and you know it
I'm sorry but it's true
All my life I just wanted to be you
Cause you look perfect and you don't try
And life goes by it's like you don't
a lil' yak
Fuck it then I bring her on back
I'ma fight first then grab the gat
I would never fight over in that
Stay down like below of the map
All my
knowledge to all your people
And they resent and play as they don't need you
Who leading scorer in this game of equal?
As if we equal sided, divide
for, but know the team that you play for
Need I say more?
Uh, scared of the resurrection
Sacrifice y'all, the name of the revolution is basketball
for, but know the team that you play for
Need I say more?
Uh, scared of the resurrection
Sacrifice y'all, the name of the revolution is basketball
Yo this is flavor for the non believes
Sit back take a seat and don't forget to pass the weed
And by the way this is all the way live
But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin
I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'all
You and all the trouble goin
keep me choosin' my money over all you bitches
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., nigga
wreck with the tec then I'm out like quick sex
Who's next, bitch ass nigga?
Bitch ass nigga nah you don't want none
Kick it when I'm wicked and all
of hell
Came back with a hard shell and hard as nails
I went through it all, do it all, screw it all
Small you recall, the hard times as a juvenile
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
shootin' at
I'm Omar Epps as J reid I told him
"Hand me the grip"
Flew to Philly to walk all over his grass
And treat him like he's Stanley and shit
You used
Ari and Taina all at once
This Drac' gon' change a nigga demeanor as soon I up
Keep askin', I'ma tell you exactly who I done fucked
Bitch, stay out
to the good life we taste it
Damn the consequences pimp
If it's a chance we take it
First case a month in juvenile and get probation
When I think about all
you with his choke hold
So what y'all want don't dare taunt
Or I leave you in the back of somebody's restaurant, it's murda
Laying flat with the rats
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