Lyrics:
them badge niggas got you on tape, yeah
Art imitatin' life, now y'all just sayin' lies
Got these suburbanites, thinkin' y'all ain't afraid to fight
you and make everything free
Never need to be afraid because Nobody's strong
Here to keep the world safe and blow it all up with bombs
On top of that
hands up
And let me hear the party say
I'm kinda buzzed, it's all because
(This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does
(This is
hands up
And let me hear the party say
I'm kinda buzzed and it's all because
(This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does
(This is
lockjaw
They ain't got nothin' at all, then we gone
Bro', you lookin' at the gods
In sync, don't blink
I'mma make this country fall
Bro', just watch how I
and bacardi
I don't mean to interrupt your little pity party
But shit is all fucked up now I'm really sorry
No time to waste we must all make haste
As we are
tribal
It's all about survival, it's nobody liable
I got caught by five oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I'm
hands up
And let me hear the party say
I'm kinda buzzed, it's all because
(This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does
(This is
To create some kind of good will, and man
A little good will is something we could
Use right now all it takes
Is good will and a smile to breach
That language
with tiny tombstones
Never got to grow, but I guess it's all part of your plan
Maybe you're the same as I am, we all make mistakes
Made in the image
a duchess, so we can have a fun sesh
Tell her it’s a house party, really it’s a fuck fest
What are all these thoughts I conjure up
Rapped for 7 years and I
I'm only wearin' black
And my homies are wylin'
We all love Taylor Swift
I'm eatin' with pilots, they callin' me the chef
I'm saucin' it up
No
a bitch and I got all my keys
Fucking apparent that we don’t parents our kids, so we end up like me
How we keep on a spree making serial freaks, uh
In
Hardy (I told you)
A little trouble never hurt nobody (Yeah)
I know that she know that I love all the parties
Because a little trouble really never hurt
never read it
So I'm eating all my words with beans over rice
He's overpriced, fuck a penny for a thought
Got at least forty fights, in a weekend enticed
On a higher stage, I've got the masterplan
Slam, Jam, here comes the man
Come on come on, let's shake that thang
Wave your hands in the air - set you free
We
never even finished reading a
Book before if you just got
Offended by that last sentence
You should just stop reading
Close the book and walk away because
like this
You are all so very lucky
And as we got time to ask you, I would ask
You to honor your own pain in this moment
And take yourself back to that
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
Gotti with the stainless
I'll just call it shoddy entertainment
If y'all was in the party gettin' faded
On molly, had the audience sedated
You
the infant.
Wise Man 2: We must pay homage to him.
Mandy: Homage!! You're all drunk you are. It's disgusting.
Out, out!
Wise Man 3: No, no.
job for life
And we've seen what happened when the music stopped playing
The government said, "your option is to retrain"
Cos nobody's got money for
yo
Yo I don’t need no
I don’t need nobody
I don’t, I don’t-
Don’t that make me an introvert?
I don’t know
And it’s me
All alone
In my tiny little
Ghetto celebrity, ooh
(You ain't heard shit, you ain't did shit
'til you got yo' wig split)
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebrity,
(Nobody
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