Lyrics:
money on ice so, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
All my peoples in
Manny but I keep me uh tool
Feel like I'm Paul Pierce bitch you know I am the truth
Through all the dark days, cold nights, heartbreaks
(Oh, Oh, Ohhh)
I
niggas and me releasin
Bone and CD's
With money steady increasin
For houlagans like me
Money by all means
Smokers gone pay for daytons
Smokin on collard
times over If I had to
We stuck around knowing it gon’ come through
Prayed up all night and stayed up all night for…
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Shan
her her friends, we goin' run through 'em all
Lets get it, she know what it is
I can't even lie
A day like this
Hey, it's gonna be a hell
Stray ghetto ass ho!
Some ready for war!
Cause hittin it boy
will make your ass go!
All motherfucking night don't play
Drop yo' jawphones, it's on, cause
Stray ghetto ass ho!
Some ready for war!
Cause hittin it boy
will make your ass go!
All motherfucking night don't play
Drop yo' jawphones, it's on, cause
sacks
'Cause of these paragraphs I'm pushing police all on my back
But I stay twisting swishers by the pack and I'ma always keep my
Hat cocked top
mean
RDVs 55th paul's liquor try and talk slick if you crazy
Results in getting stomped by doc and stu-baby
Keep ridin paseo for me
If you ridin
drank and mix there I'll have the bite
XTC and long island iced tea will help a forgetless nite
Damn lil momma super tight and all of her friends are
For tonight's performance of the The Sound of Silence
Join us on the stage
To be the odd Garfunkel to my Paul Simon tonight
Please welcome
All willing to die for what they saw
But I would be convinced
Solely by the Apostle Paul
All willing to die for what they saw
Not by what they
I'm tryna get through the night
I wanna look up in the sky
Stare into the light
As the sun comes up in the Dawn
Lately in my life I been going
louder in our ears Louder in our ears every night
We were all somewhat out of school Jersey by birth, relaxing but not on a holiday An appalling amount
{Crunchy Black (DJ Paul) talking:}
hey yo wassup DJ man
(wassup?)
man you won't believe the shit that happen to me last night man
(what?)
know
trans' parents for lettin' light through
Like, he nerve of this cat
Lyin' with a motionless emotion
This nigga Day all bitch
Somebody get Quill a quilt
through your clothes like an ion
I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell
Wack niggas throw in the towel
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
had to come
Through to fuck with y'all, man!
Chea, I'm is world-renowned
We mobbing through your town
Smoking good and pouring rounds
Big rims that go
This guy says the horse has chance
If he says the horse has chance
Has chance, has chance
No way, for Paul Revere I'll bite
I hear his foot's all right
the knowledge
To know what happened but that's only if he
Survive through the night
If you owe me a knick
I be at your door I don't gotta turn
A knob all I gotta
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
I've been cutting through the traffic
Trying to make it home
And every time I think about this shit
I feel amazing
Just listen to it and be honest man
me, fuck with me
Fuck with me, fuck with me
Fuck with me, fuck
Yeah, fuck
Aye, aye, creep through the alley way
Aye, fuck you pay me bitch like Sally
We've got to try
I loved the way you carried your drums through L.A.
Remember all the nights that you played Al's Bar back in the day?
Now as Paul
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