Lyrics:
I'm toxic as fuck like when you mix bleach and ammonia
Y'all niggas be catching so much fucking heat
You thought you was a ball player Miami
I hit you
by buck
By only a single goin' gold?
Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O?
feels like heaven
They calling me the dude no Devin it's for my sevens
I'ma ride if I'm summoned, I abide by nothin'
I'm my own damn boss, I can put
a lot of options
Either you hoop or you jump on them squares and hop and scotch it
Ice cash rules everything around me Haagen-Dazs it
You better than
till my bank is filled
Till all my family problems killed, till my house is sitting onna hill
Back to that "eh-ay", I was only 19 straight off the lot
Look
Um loading my choppa
I do not mix my emotions with vodka
Handle my shit like a Don
Pass me the paper
I been on my Lakers finessing this shit
putting out
Just enough to feed your need
Keep you coming back
(Why)
For another hit
Don't worry bobby flay is cooking up some more shit
(Check it out)
I'm
a different cloth
You can't be scared to take a L you'll never be a boss
They traded talent out for likes the rap game is lost
I feel a feeling in the air
nightly, I blow out her back
I do not trust em, these niggas not loyal
I germinate seeds and then plant them in soil
Fuck with a boss and I bet you get
a backpack
Matter fact switch up my voice
So you can get all the facts
Sir Savage the 21st doesn't ever cap (21)
Real boss mouse give a darn 'bout a goofy
and a motherfuckin' fifth
Is you wit me locc?
What's mine is yours and what's yours is mines
When I'm in Houston you be treatin' me fine
I scoop you up in
try harder if you stay by my side
It ain't about the ending honey boo it's about the ride
So what's up let me slide
I come back stronger weaker men
progress
Feelin' like I'm just gettin' started
Two shots back for my dearly departed, uh
You are now dealin' with a monster, boss shit, profits
Doc Dre,
a hit it like a free throw
Clearly a veteran, can tell by the way that she move that she deadly man
Yes, yes sir, I said it man, shawty be hurting like
the 430 came back in a spaceship (damn)
And my whip game (game) is so sick man (yeah)
I double up every time I flip man (whoa)
Birds by the flocks, clips
the Dawn (dawn)
Yeah, I'm on my boss shit, told that bitch don't gossip, yeah
I was laid back gettin' neck in the double R (aw, yeah)
Laid back gettin'
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
the tales that I tell so well
(Short Dog)
I'm thinkin' way back, it's been a long, long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like to spit a lot of game
But
going through a lot
This rap shit is all I got
Pockets about to have another baby we about to have a lot
Hit that bitch right from the back I'm about
A 20 minute song
It's not actually 20 minutes
Duey! put on something creative
Duey, you're so fucking dirty, hehehe
Oh boy
Is there any way I
Music in Abilene waiting for my arrival
Music City in V A say hey ain't nobody tighter
Super Sounds in Atlanta like where that Mix Tap Messiah
Colorado fa
then, you still a bitch
Emo nigga with a clitoris
You were a bitch back then, you still a bitch
World is mine, see my name on the blimp
The inglorious
the Lones
I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back to H Town, with re up about to score me nine
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