Lyrics:
change into the culture
Funny how these pigeons tryna change into a vulture
You a poser, wit pork all on your fork and that ain't kosher
No sir, I never
an opp then I fuck on his widow
Then catch me a flight, turn to Lil' Jon and get low
I go ham, but no pork on my fork (Alhamdulillah)
Took a jet from LA
of undermining, grimy, stiff corpse shapin'
Pork bacon, double-cross Satan
Heathens, non-god-fearing, lace thong wearing demons
But glory go to God, y'all
plan, no medikit - we poor like rain
Colored folks think that castor oil cures everythang
Pork chops and chicken, we like our food fried
Hypertension,
We was raised in these streets on pork and poison meat
Now I recognize the beast and bare the mark of the gold teeth
Puff on the rolled leaf
in a city, living in L.A.'s along way from Huddersfield town
The back of the Rainbow's a long way from heaven
But that's where he get's his pork pie
I'm not a Jew, I don't practice Judaism
I'm not a Buddhist, but Buddha's a master
I don't eat beef pork nor Diet Shasta
Reason for this is very
mean
No crooked police
Avoid that pork at all costs
And them old beefs
Cause is fuel for the motor
Foolin' you to fill the quota
That's why I hate that
High roller, high stakes (yeah)
Cluckin' chicken (yeah), gotta watch out for the pork (yeah, yeah, uh)
That's the most important part (yeah, uh)
oranana
Eating pork rinds, sword fightin' in pajamas
At the crib, playin' Fortnite with your grandma
But I'm more like I'm 4'5" with the grammar
Bitch,
I'll be glad to share!
Have a dish, have a fork, have a fish, have a pork.
Put your feet up. Feel at home.
Have a smoke, have a Coke.
Would you like
ain't no ho
I was runnin' up a check with the homies on the disk
I was fuckin' up the pork, I ain't ever do the feds
Got some YGs from the gang,
was raised by Dr. Huxtable
I ain't never been comfortable
Hot dogs and pork and bean lunchables
God Bless all my enemies
Got 2 buildings on Peters
fuck your vests
Fuck the pig, no pork on my fork
Peace God 'cause you know a nigga just went Ham
Hard as a mothafucker let these niggas know who I
don't eat no fuckin' pork
Make a hundred 'fore you even go to sleep (Word)
Make another hundred 'fore you even start
You ain't never come to College
gave us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took
unavailable, nigga
You smell like pork in a Mecca, Lord be my protector
Second row at the fight, bitch get on my level
Larry Merchant my nigga, I got
call it Britney Spears
They say life is like a circus when you stuck on the block
So we don't snitch and eat pork, we don't fuck with the cops
on that bad batch, too much pork around it
Shorty ass fat you gotta walk around it
Big body got ten of those
Cars, cribs that's eight hoes
Nine piece that's
clothes
I don't even want no bed to lay my head
I don't want no clothes
I don't event want no bed to lay my head
I don't want no pork chops and green
on Italian marble
They on that bad batch, too much pork around it
Shorty ass fat you gotta walk around it
Big body got ten of those
Cars, cribs that's
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork
on Italian marble
They on that bad batch, too much pork around it
Shorty ass fat you gotta walk around it
Big body got ten of those
Cars, cribs that's
lover I don't eat pork
Used to hit them J's like a 3-point (Freebase)
My partner mascot is a pitchfork (Freebase)
And you already know what this for
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