Lyrics:
or a beer
Take the edge off you'll be so glad you done it
Here's to all us winners in the great state of drunk it
Chorus
I drunk it, I drunk it, damn it
el g, in this old jeep,
Out slangin by the oak tree,
You know me the homie wit the big O dub's,
An everytime you see me I be blowin it up,
I'm from
leanin' queen in daisy dukes, no punch in the nose
No B double E double R-U-N
No phony television preacher sayin' amen
You may think that you're comin'
the track up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, bustin' this blunt, instrument spit
The magnificent, rapper's run from it
All fly girls, nipples and toes,
]
The god is back to put the are in rap
No R&B niggas, the streets don't want a part of that
Become hard for the game, some starve for the game
Some
to fight fair
Blew up and grew up to be your worst nightmare
Nigga I thought you knew
That I wasn't the o-n-e, been bangin'
And givin' up the hood since
on E
M A Double T
Never live on E Never Live on E
Now I am the pro you are the amateur
Talk about flow I am the connisour
I speak with the knowledge
the track up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, bustin' this blunt, instrument spit
The magnificent, rapper's run from it
All fly girls, nipples and toes,
The guns are dirty? You know I double check the safe
I take it all, still be the last to escape
Kick It like Q-Tip, we get it killed for a few chips
outta Stoney Brook
Pull ah ski by myself, yea, I'ma lonely crook
I'm not ah dealer, I be jackin (I be jackin)
He not realer, he just rappin
Sliden
tonight
Double, double, boil and bubble
You have summoned up a coven of them, boy
You're in trouble you can cry
You can try to hide or run underground
But
wit the high beams (Grrt!)
Keep a couple bodies in my dreams, haunting me
What are we suppose to do
When you know its squeeze, or be squeezed
Shorty all
and we'll take yo cookies
yo u cant get nexta u dont wanna test us
got rid of rob johnson dwight replaced dexta
B U double C A N double E R
u chumps better
Big ol' trucks, big ol' guns
And you can bet yo' ass we don't run (we don't run!)
I keep an ice cold beer and two bad broads
Now let me tell ya
B R
With no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next
I'm still wheel handlin, you die in a ambulance
Block prime scramblin', glock nine handlin'
Duckin'
ride the bike unless it's see be are
With no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next
I'm still wheel handlin, you die in a ambulance
Block prime
us X-Lax
E.S.G. and Double D, so motherfucker respect that we some
[Hook]
[Double D]
We ghetto fabulous, we run hoes in condos
Them dumb hoes that
(gangsta)
S-h-i-t in a white tee (you know)
I am the H-double-O-D
Y'all niggas know me, the big double O.G. (yeah-yeah)
Fuck the police, I used to roll
this party out
So just in case you lost your place
Let us all spell it out f-E-A-R-L-E double-S
Party people in the place
About time that you confess
worker, R.C.
Me mega-poverty, New York City, dollar signs prevail
Five place love, exclusive, nine millimeters
My voice box run through tracks like wild
the mist of da party,
They bump hits by J.D.,
Da B-R-A-T, we da elemant,
And you irrelevant, get down off this sh~t,
I don't pay attention to your hatin'
sometimes it goes by, we don’t realize we’re dropping you
Double spiral
On one side we are living the dream that we aspire too
Double spiral
But sometimes it
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
bled into heaven
I
Embody what I feel like im Kevin E. Levin
Go
Figure I figure that my figures are seven
By
The time that times up
Im reduced
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