Lyrics:
Yea[00:09.61]I'll admit it when I bring it[00:10.76]I'm a red flag[00:11.90]Dropping track after track[00:13.09]Makes your head lag[00:14.28]Come
so pick ya road and dip
Cuz I'ma dip down mine in a seven four five
Snowflake white peanut butter inside
Until he come back and crack open the sky
You
did it
Hoe, it's too late
Bitch, you shouldn'ta did it
One by one niggas get they ass done
Pussy make me laugh, nigga, money make me come
Nigga set for
the peace
Malcom X with stick how I come with the fire
Okay let's go
Gang posted up with the pole no street sign
Take caution I gotta address it
Got them
Floatin', floatin'
Floatin', floatin'
Floatin', floatin'
Chalie wilson in the house
Floatin', floatin'
Jt
Floatin', floatin'
Will.i.am
don't
Come again like 7 to a 11 - yeah
We be rolling like 24 - 7
Cause time Don't matter when I'm running with you
Ti time don't matter when I
Time don't
bullets
How much money does it take to
Really make a full clip? 9
11, building 7, did they really pull it?
Uh, and a bunch of other coverups
Your child's
stunt, real deal
Had the MAC-11, real, real
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to send your ass the real deal
I had to line 'em up, I'm anonymous
insane[00:42.60]I shock the system[00:43.64]Years go by we in the year[00:45.08]Twenty seven seven[00:45.93]Fuck a upgrade wont change[00:47.28]Thats a moral
Tevin, I know you really feel like
You're in Heaven your grill's a 7 and your bio reads 11
(What you mean G?) If you really want to see, don't pretend
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
your car outta that gear
Karlo Marx and Frederick Engels
Came to the checkout at the 7-11
Marx was skint but he had sense
Engels lent him
I'm going
Away, ayy, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Tell me, where's this party? Ayy, oh
11: 30 by my phone time
I grew up in my own time
I
know I was funky as Wilson Pickett
Dig it cause I get wicked
People wanna know how come
I gotta gat and I'm lookin out the window like Malcolm
some gifts and then we gave some lovin
The weird kind of love that you give to your cousin
Little Timmy stole from 7-11
So we stopped by his house with
Hennessy different
You get ya crew jammed up
I got my blue bands up
I'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Arsonal puts his hands
* author's note: this is the song that got see-Bo locked up for parole violation
You know I never was no choir boy
Ya folks got a, gang of priors
Real real gone
I got hit by a bow and arrow
Got me down to the very marrow
And I'm real, real gone
Real real gone
I can't stand up by myself
Don't
And Kum ba yah (come by here)
Dance in the
Grace like samba yah
Push back
both hands
Have faith
God can
Move mounts
Pull down
High kings
Stand
supporting the businesses
That's owned by the blacks
But go to 7-11 happily buying their snacks
People working these fucking doubles
And breaking their backs
deep in my homie's station wagon
Lookin all faded, eyes redder than a apple
Stop at 7-11 cause Chenee want a snapple
Eyes all redded from the Thai, grab
em[00:23.48]Shake em up shake em[00:25.25]Shake em up shake em[00:27.30]Ayeeeeeeeeeee[00:28.96]Come on seven eleven (let's go)[00:30.80]I can't afford to crap
babygirl
I need you to see
Ready or not, I'll give you my all
All my love, after 7pm
Loving you from 7 to 11
You my 9 to 5
Cuz you know I put in work
But I
saw the hippies cross.
By Herc on Technique needles syncopated time was on time,
The same time as the Beatles.
I was up there watching James Brown's
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