Lyrics:
in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
Hope flound compound off round White rock
Ballin like Earl man i go in his high tops
Third eye cyclops, beaten down by five cops
Left for dead and it
jumped out the screen door, mac light in hand
Searchin' down the sidewalk, leadin' to my van
I hit the alarm and the door just slides
I check from front
world
Mama makin gangsta moves, rollin with this gangsta dudes
Sittin' on, spinnin' 24's, openin' up Bentley doors
Drunk at the party, hands up in
Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro,
on the hippies and faggots
And the dykes and the weird little children they grow.
Help the black man.
Help the poor man.
Help the milk man.
Help the door man.
He’s got a shirt in a bag and a box
And a letter from her that says the doors are locked
He said three years was something
She said three years was
a bitch down behind closed doors and in public
Then leave you with these mental scars and still won't think nothing of it
I used to be a good bitch til I
three put your soul six foot under deep
Walk in the door y'all quiet fat boy you're stuck in on diets
Grilling the beat burn it up yeah fry it Shawty
Usually I'd be 3 sheets by now
Hanging on for dear life of the party
If I know me
And
You'd be downing drinks on a rooftop couch
12 AM, you're just
down the door in the scene like Rambo
Why you mad tho, came from the same place but I made it out, Zee got that mad growth
Chorus
Man they love
we're getting down Party by pool gettin' loud (loud)
Ocean front pads
Shiny gold rings
clways got smoke
We got all the best weed
Snap back hats
Ice cool
One, Two, One Two Three GO!
Dat Dat da da da
Dat Dat da da da da
Dat Dat da da da
Dat Dat da da da da da
Dat Dat da da da
Dat Dat da da da da
Dat
Welcome to the creaking door
Sit right down and grab a seat
My names Donnie, Darkflow
I'll be showing y'all what you want to see
Morbid tales about
memories and im stuck closing the door
Forgive myself its all im wating here for
I dont really know where im gonna be in 3 years
Its only up to me to try
here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment
I-i-i be kickin shit just like Rodman did to camera man
I
back my soul, stole by one of these foes like Mack Moes
Puttin holes in my old clothes, even stole my pose
Got my sky, fly, who that guy?
Slip 'em my
I hear the devil and he's calling me
In the house by the cemetery
Ghouls and creeps fucking gather 'round
For the evil that's going down
Get
of a muddy cold grey sky
Shiny tooth talons
Coiled for grabbing a stranger happening by
And the day went home early
And the sun sank down into the muck
Yeah look I be tryna dash like lightning
I don't understand why my vices keep biting
Wearing on my soul
But I keep fighting
I get knocked down I'm
Bag back
The chick bad I had to bag that
I shot the three and I leave no attachments
2016 I was getting a pack in
Plug had to front me threw extra
She held the door
As you froze, staring at her smile
You were standing still, she was beautiful
Up and down we go
But in the end that's all we do
For
Sweet sweat hanging down
Sweet sweat hanging down
Sweet sweat hanging all around
Sweet sweat hangin'
℗ & written by Leon Tschernawin
And when I take off, it's like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they
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