Lyrics:
six pallets in palaces
Laying out in New York, crush villas in Vegas
Greatest designer wear, son, she sport the latest
So I, pause the smooth talk,
to Texas up to Washington
Then headin' home to wash some clothes and do it all again
Gotta head to Chattanooga, Knoxville, and to VA
To by god West
To tell the world I love you in letters eight miles high
And then I'll go to Russia to paint the Kremlin blue
To paint the world by numbers is all I want
Blue Yankee fitted, get like me
AZGs on the feet, get like me
Off the lot new V, get like me
I’m tryin' to tell these niggas, get like me
Bag shawty
And boots of strong leather
They gave me a gun
And a fine coat of blue
Then in marching formation
For God and the nation
We left New York City
Our duty to do
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
a comfort to know
When you're singing the hit the road blues
That anywhere else you could possibly go
After New York would be, a pleasure cruise
Now
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I stare at you
Summertime, East Side, New York City
It's too hot to sleep
a record with Common Sense
Cause it's the music, the blues, it's the jazz, it's acoustics
Soul, Rock and Roll, the hip-hop that we producin', yea
It's
You're my shining Aurora Borealis
You're like Christmas at home by a tree,
The blue calm of a tropical sea.
You're all places that leave me breathless,
The Intern History
Detector
Holder of the Silver Money Folder
Black Overcoat Must Come In By Midnight
You Got To Getaway
You Got To Getaway
You Got
rappin' broads
She sellin' straight up sex, by the sea shore
We bang beats from boogie down to BK, New York
I sport the finest of wears, your highness is
job makes you blind, you can't see very far
And by the way sir, here's my PBA card (There you go)
Red and blue pull up on you
What you going do?
glances
They tried to break the bond like Will and Jada (Jada)
And when they drop the bond, I'ma free the Wave up (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I cop cribs by
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
to me it's a blue car
So Branson pass me a jar
Cause these cats done went too far
One phone call send two cars
And still get searched by security
y'all it's on for life
The only bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write
Hold it down, hold the crown
What I gotta brag for? Y'all should know by
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
Watchin' the world go by in a rush
From the window of a bus
Thinkin' about my baby in Muscle Shoals
I'm gonna be up rockin' all
Night in New York City
Then
Taking blue pills
I'm out my mind
Mixing the Raf with number nine
Take percs and x at the same damn time
If I lose my main still got my side
I took
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real...
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what
Amalfi, blue skies, blue sea
It's a long way from Siberia
How did you get here?
Jumped the barrier at Orly Airport
Claimed political asylum
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