Lyrics:
a pirates
My flows never stolen
This shit is white golden
Retrieving and molding,
My words you decoding
Creating and sculpting
Neptune by the ocean
Pain In My Town
My life depressing as shit
Blackout, my line out again
Fuck it, it is what it is
Counting by tens
Losing my memory
Happened again
Pinky rings, bank robbers wit two's, boss of wild crews
Slacks overlapsed, apple jack hats, quarter field coats
Cadillacs wit white walls and chrome wheel
and you'll never get beat
By the junk food tattooed white dude true blued
Honky with an attitude coming unglued
Fate's right hand...I don't understand
know what this is man
Hey Bun! Pimp see nigga!
[T.I.]
I gotta '66 Impala so fresh
White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck
It was off,
Chorus:
(4x) Jack Frost nipping at your nose
(sample of Nat King Cole)
I'm sporting trippled down rain gear.
Dumping on flying rain deer
And that
and jeans
(jack move jack)
Its only by the good of God
That we make it past 25 on my boulevard
(and we still here)
Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard
Fuck
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
to me 'cause my true love was poetry
White was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey
Built for that B. Nimble Jack and I'd like
Jack Parow back for another fokken piss take
Keep your eyes open of jy mag my fokken mis kyk
Take your baby for a chips en fokken vis date
Blow up
We'll be having a good time
Passing the by-line
Having a good time
You know it's a rock and roll pastime
It might be typical, topical or maybe
it up oou drop
Just make sure that _ don't pop
Slide on the bih like moon walk
It's like Michael Jack when I talk
Do what you want to me
Lay it down
to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Yo, These are the do's and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life by
our blood
Uh, new heroines, new Marilyns
Move coke through Maryland
Through Easton, oh, you beastin'
Move fat packs, Jack Gleason
The honeymoon's
nigga Snoop
It woodn't be crackin wit out you
I woodn't be standin in deez black walla c's
I'd be back in da hood wit dem g's
Frum kidnaps an' jacks
with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze when I step up in
Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so
I love my coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl
He
she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
so fresh
White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck
It was off, Panda motor on a '94 'Vette
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet
I
as light, old school Chevy drop top all white, my plug got the best dope, pockets on flex mode chilling with your x hoe, clubbin drinking XO, my hittas keep
magic
My stats with the ball or a mic in my palm
Skinny broad with a bra cuz I'm constantly padding them
I'm hounded by doubters and I fight them off 'til
Leaves homonationalist white kids attached to bullshit
These catholic rap men will not tolerate wack kids
If you don't worship tupac you get a tuton
Yeah yeah
Go getter by nature survivor by law
Affi work fi weh wi want
Lawgiver from joe river
Tun up the hustling pan di roadside
From rocky
sing when she sayin that
Ship purple and white like Rattata
Wanna dance, don't swing like a wiffle bat
Mean with the stick in fact
Beans where your wits
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