Lyrics:
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
all alone
He said call me Chief and I've got relief
For those weary dancin' blues
I got jungle heat from a primitive beat
And I know I'll move your
to dig
Lovely little honeys in their crews is what I dig
If they fake the fig it's the blues child dig
{want some of my soda?}
Fine they be mega, sexy
cause mayhem
I broke free to cause terror to all of those who oppose me
Killin one by one, some just for fun
Looking for my number one, is it you?
Don't
a record with Common Sense
Cause it's the music, the blues, it's the jazz, it's acoustics
Soul, Rock and Roll, the hip-hop that we producin', yea
It's
dance to the jazz
I met this lil shawty I think her name Jazz
Or wait, holdup, maybe its Jasmine
Soothing my head like I'm taking some aspirin
Shoot by
your business
Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney
Sheesh, gosh, Oshkosh B'gosh
Smokin on that Bob Marley, listening to Pete Tosh
I-I-I do me
I wear notes like coats
Blues like doos, war for the rhythm, soul that glues
That bounce to my bones, that jazz in my spine
The hop is my home, rap
(Based1 got them bands, ho)
Blue strips, I just make checks
I don't want lil' shorty if it ain't great sex
Take 'em out like Hardy, we like
can’t let him see fear
That’ll jack up the cost
Keep the mask on of course
It’s just me and my dawg
That was Just another night
Sars pulling up on me
you hot, nigga)
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue
The nighttime hears the wheels rush by
While lovers are fast asleep
There's Bob Wills and a ten piece band Rollin in an ol' Flex Bus
He played last night in
church
Me and him are scum of the Earth
Feelin' like two millionaires with a hundred dollar net worth
Topic of discussion, is that they know nothin'
no one's missing me
Carrion
Seeing jazz in French lagoons
Oh baby baby gotta get there soon
Talk to Corrine
Let her know that the pasta's coming
Gotta
Right now I'm lit I say, bitch, I'm high as shit
Don't blow my high, I swear you gon' make me pissed
Can do bad all by myself, but I prefer to send
a homiside
It's gon be a homiside
See the evil in they eyes
Hate me as I'm riding by
Standing they on the side lines
They know it's a homiside
They know it's
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple of two or three went on the spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
favourite view
Let's swim out to deep waters
It could be just me and you
On the great wide blue
Cruising by my waistline
Sacral blue
Take a dip with me
We
124 to 88)
You gotta watch this show that's on
Watch what?
I don't know what it is, it's crazy
(The Nuggets just got by the Nets 114 to 112)
What
do a record with common sense
Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its acoustics
Soul, rock and roll the hip hop we be producing yea
It's
I'm the trash-picking
Customer ass-kissing
Cook in a jazz kitchen
Cooking till the brass section
Begins their last session
Fueled by ambition
Greasy like my den
Watch me do an ollie
Like that tutorial video of hitting it made by Molly
Oh
Shit
Shout out Molly
I got shit on my ass
Feeling like my
on your shoulder, The Devil on mine
Now you got me mad, I'm ticked off
Uncle Phil, just like Jazz you get kicked off
I ain't talking 'bout Madden, no kick
See, people are all equal
Smiles are front and behind me
Swim in the deep blue sea corn fields sway lazily
All smiles all easy
Where ya from, what ya
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