Lyrics:
Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says,
and push up the throttle (Push)
Until I got my mans inside of a bottle
Did I mention I'm gay? (Water, water)
Only a little bit (Water, water)
That just means
and screwed up I'm from Houston
Won't go if they won't let the crew in
You got idols I'm their evolution
That's why these hoes dance dance revolution
Public
as your last transaction
Funny style, and these niggas ain't laughin'
Y'all got it all fucked up in zero-zero (yeah)
Think life is a video for "Last
Roll up a bill as I cut me a line
Roll up the dro
I gotta smoke
Then wash it down wid a bottle of wine
I'm a be fine
I'm a be fine
Roll up a bill
a ban on fossil fuels. It’s cold, turn up the heating.
He listens to minorities. Well, speaks on their behalf.
He thinks that maths is racist, but
A hundred mile an hour
Heart's my race against the curfew car
On out of here highway
Wide open
Life in the fast lane
Radio turned up as loud as it can go
in the gutter
Got out that jam now it's foreigns with the seats peanut butter
Bitch, it's BYLUG for life, never crossin' my brothers
(Let's go
price get this low
See I cop em' in Atlanta bring em' back to Alabama Avenue
And tell them niggas "come and get it let's go"
Fifty in the Mac take em'
happened
I feed my face up at Nobu, the door is stuck
It's can't go through
My doctor told me I'm overweight and
I think I'm supposed to! yeah
Jerks! I'ma
find me somethin' to piss on
I'm too drunk, how I take it this far
wake up, and do it all again tomorrow
[Mario]
Its a celebration
bottles by the cases
In a way I feel stuck
So much fake love and
The hatred
What a shame man it sucks
I don't pay that shit much
My attention stays up
Imma Heru
Nothin
Hutton, Nipsey International)
Its mr hood national rider with a passport Just landed from Paris homie pick me up I'm at the airport with two bottles
the bitches at the club and the bottles on us
That's what everybody say, oh yeah
We gon' turn up, niggas know
Bitch I'm tryna get paid
Think about it every
Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe
Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve
If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse
(oh yea,
it's been a good long while
Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial
Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach
[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin
The average color of the universe
Found by a team of astronomers from Johns Hopkins University in 2002
They analyzed the light from over 200,000
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
up"
Or we can go upside your head
With a bottle of bub'
They know where we fucking be
You can find me in the club
Bottle full of bub' look, mami
I got
hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be
You can find me in the club,
every weekend (Weekend)
Been going off aint nobody that could stop me
Pull up by myself like homie get it bracking
Smoking on the Marathon i call it over
dick
Be blowin up it get so neat
Don't settle for less
These hoes gon try to impress
That's why I break em off
Then go buy a new pair of Guess
I hit that
dick
Be blowin up it get so neat
Don't settle for less
These hoes gon try to impress
That's why I break em off
Then go buy a new pair of Guess
I hit that
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
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