Lyrics:
talk, real breath, make it clear hoe!
[Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez]
Throw your hood up
All my G's represent
Turn up your deck
Dope House click came
detergent
Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp
Remember what I taught ya:
Keep your heart, Three Stacks
Keep your heart
Ayy,
was meant for me
To be consumed by it all
In the blink of an eye
I watched it all to turn to ruin
As the cold embrace of the wasteland takes hold of me
gnarly
Got that cottonmouth so I'm sippin' on Starry
Only toke never snortin' on Charlie (nah)
(Aye, your turn Connor)
(Fire on that shit boy)
Freak in
gets rough
But I'mma rock it cause my pockets ain't stuffed enough
All the freaks wouldn't speak cause my checks were weak
They would turn the other
gets rough
But I'mma rock it cause my pockets ain't stuffed enough
All the freaks wouldn't speak cause my checks were weak
They would turn the other
time a body drop, the police is blaming us (blame us)
They know we dangerous (dangerous), we turn shit to angel dust (dust)
TopDog ain't changing up
on his way
Then he banks and turns, does a kamikaze dive
Into the heart of the twin sister tower
Now that look of disbelief has
Turned to horror and grief
Here we are, once again, 3, 2, 1 let the shot fly
Cold killer like coronavirus, turn me up
City goal you know what the vibe is
Line 'em up, let me know,
You get thrown sent home in a coffin
Punk stuff don't make it back, very often
I got erick to take care of the sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies
H double O D monarchy
I'm whipping up a bird tryna turn it into 3
You ain't heard about it, bitch, you just buying Gs'
Quit hitting up my line, man
a mac like a laptop
Turn around let me see what dat bout
They comin by the 2s
Comin by the 3s
She got the kind of body you only see in the movies
You
where death is, where no more breath is and
3rd graders learn how to leave you chestless
Where god is dissed, dismissed and distant and far
From
Ima just go take a chance and go run up them bands what's a life without risks
She just gon' turn up the party, she touchin' her body, she wanna get
when you need to be poppin'
Bust a u-turn on 3 wheels by the cops and
Damn if feels good to be triflin', you know what i'm sayin' cuz?
Who got
to their body and what happens over there
Literally anywhere I'm fed up of seeing litter
So this is a warnin' but the aftermath could get bitter
I need you
as it gathers in a pool by your feet
You turn up the heat
Tossing and turning, you cannot sleep
Quietly weep, you're in too deep
Five, four, three
Before I go I have this to say Hi!
My name is Chuckwick part three's on it's way
Snap out of it, you're acting like you've never seen a dead body
me.|That nigga talkin', he ain't got shit but alotta money.|And honey, he just wanna show you, take you by the money.|I wanna share it with ya with my life,
a ravine
More bloated than lean
Bloated bodies turn green
Ween
Played alternative
Too late for a tourniquet
A funerals all you get
It’s more then you
That 7.62 music
3, 4, 5 Gen, I mean Gen 5, make sure yo' kids go clueless
I'm allowin' it, that's why they livin', these niggas get slaps
"Let me-, let me hold that"
"One for you, one for me
Two for you, one-two for me"
"What?"
"Three for you"
"Get, get, man, I'll smack-"
"Fuck is
your room? What?! I can't hear ya' Coy! Quit revvin' it up, son! Turn it off! Listen I just want you to know one thing. You have embarrassed us all,
fucking horse
I'm in the midst of musical moments lyrical guns bust
Bible's you trust and body clocks turn to dust
Explain and slain, you turn slave, you're
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