Lyrics:
Intro:
March. The more the merrier. Get a couple of whores to carry you to the burial. F-are-E-S-H. Fresh to death and keep it def to the left.
blowin' blowin'
only flowin' flowin' flowin'
Catch me at the T-R-A-P
I show ya' how we
Whip it whip it rock it rock it
Whip it whip it rock it rock it
Whip
(You're ugly, you are disgusting, I'm gonna kill you, give me $200)
Eat, fuck, kill
Eat, fuck, kill
Eat, fuck, kill
Eat, fuck, kill
Flowers cascade
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
on as I start to kick it
Cause we're like outlaws striding while suckers are hiding
Jump behind the bush when you see me driving by'
Hanging out my
large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're far from being stars
[Zaakir]
You say
When I pull up slow
Got boys feeling nervous
Another sold out show
Now ya pockets looking nervous
Yeah my girl straight A1
Why you hoes actin nervous
outshined by the sun, son?
You lookin' like you got hit from behind by a stun gun
Runnin' with me on the same track? I don't think so, kid
You can't keep up
cautious when ya nervous
I deserve this
Everything that I got
Won’t stop
Cuz I rock
Way more than hot
At the front door don’t you hear the knock
And you
Kid
On a downhill skid like father like son
Now I got out of prison 'bout a year ago
Seven long years really went by slow
I didn't kill my daddy
the kid, which you do not come fuck with
Known to bust quick with my wits in the function
My homies get lit listening, piffing and puffing
My licks and my
(Uhh)
Feel my bones
Put me back in
Now I see you set sail, got to be the captain
State the name with a capital E, R-I-C at the end
Our eyes see
Just a little bit, set to make a whole lot happen
The musical inside my rappin'
Written by the C.L., produced by the P.R
And add in any credit that you
tell me right now
Are you angry yet
Are you mad
(Ahhhhh)
Are you proud of me yet
Does it make you smile
Well fuck you go
Away a while
(Ahhhhh)
You
a rocket
I could fly off into space, and study different comets
But I'm stuck on a rock where you get shot while you're walking
Or get cuffed by a cop
everything, we leavin' 'em stuck (leavin' 'em stuck)
Nothin' but your knees, we comin' to bust
Number AR's, you know what is up (you know what is up)
We come
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em (left you all by yourself)
'Cause I think we can
Uh, yeah, uh-huh
We got Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth
And we're here to tell you to
And that's a fact, baby
Now you're gonna kick some lyrics
Like
Uh, yeah, uh-huh
We got Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth
And we're here to tell you to
And that's a fact, baby
Now you're gonna kick some lyrics
Like
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
We be them, insurgents, not a bit nervous
Encouraged, got bit further to go
By any means, gettin rid of our
We be them, insurgents, not a bit nervous
Encouraged, got bit further to go
By any means, gettin rid of our enemies
A-V, A-L, A-N, C-H-E yeah that's
We be them, insurgents, not a bit nervous
Encouraged, got bit further to go
By any means, gettin rid of our enemies
A-V, A-L, A-N, C-H-E yeah that's
you are sick) screw your medicine
Poison me and Imma end up dead again
I'm talking to the kids
That are enlightened, the Indigo
I'm talking about
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