Lyrics:
sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer
Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya
[Layzie Bone]
Bailin' on ah mission,
I really don't care
If you hate me or love me
Just vibe to the beat and rock out with the Kid
Not talking bout Cudi
Just have a lil fun
And go crazy
the opps to be hitting like Jeter
Why the hell my ex call me a cheater
Why the hell they want go and believe her
Gave me hell so i had to go leave her
How
give it to her, she'd beat my ass butt-naked homie
the only way I would see a movie was out wit the homies
I'm always bummy, had no money, they would
I love that super soaker on her
It goes crazy by the touch
When it comes out from the trigger it releases bout a bunch
Love that super soaker on her
on a beat with me you paying a fee
But to the people that's listening
Just bump that lay back and smoke weed
Came up from nothing no hand outs stop coming
looking good
You can test it out ma, tell me what you see
Order what you want, hell yeah it's on me
Don't it tell ya I'm good? What that tell ya? I'm
see?)
You can test it out ma, tell me what you see
Order what you want, hell yeah it’s on me
Don’t it tell ya i’m good?
(What that tell ya?) I’m good
ass Mac tucked
And he’ll blow dat bitch if you act tough
Remember dat time I fucked my sack up
Me and goo got sticks can’t wack us
Back up on my shit
No
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Yesterday, feel me, one, three
I’m new to this, give me some time
I need to make my rhyme feel out the beat
You gotta move your feet
I gotta move
Yo dj hi-tek
Drop the motherfuckin' beat box dog
Bring that next-level shit
Uh, yo, for real
That's what I'm talking about
Check it out
Please god can you understand me
Bless my family
Guide us all before we fall into insanity
I'm making a point to make
My beat bumping raw life
Drop some
man intervene
Hard, hard fi go in, pass me the Vaseline
Get mi pum pum wet up like a submarine
Bounce pon di cocky pon di beat, fold up like a pleat
to find him personally
To settle the score and to beat him unmercifully
For what he first did to me, it's sure to be the last
Followin' footprints with
heavy on the melody and add a little cheese
and if you can't stand the kitchen, get the hell out the heat
to meet with the geek all you need is a
heart
Through trials and tribulations
When there's no way out, I see
Then I look, and there's my Savior
He is standing right by me
Right by me (right by
Delve in my vocals, and they hear every motherfucking word
Send this out to the opps, and we gon' get it
It's a lot of hell for a hustler, baby
You
Eventually there will be hell
The future just does not look well
All fair use, it was made by myself
Just do it, put your ego on the shelf
In
thuggin by my lonely
Went to four no sleep Im kobe
These niggas shady and they phony
Hell nah i cant be yo homie
These bitches saying that they love me
Hell
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
on me
He used to beat me up and take my sneakers every family visit
I'm skeptical to let her know I'm Walter little cousin
What if this shit all
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
I'm an Outlaw, give me two shots
We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlaws, bring me three shots
We can raise hell before this beat
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