Lyrics:
security guards
That's what you get for keeping the people hungry
Don't you know that's bound to bounce back on you ass like bungy
A hungry mob is an angry
butter to the jam, so jam
Start in the PM, and end in the AM
I spit Stride flows, getting hit by the ram
I patrol control, so a fucking controller
Aghhh
Yeah yuh dunno
Akz HoDiN, for the girlies
Olorun
I know that dollars
Can fi make your booty bounce
Hmmmnn
Anty o ni idi nla
Even pounds
Shey
's right)
It was a mess, all the taxes and accounts (what?)
Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't by an ounce (hell yeah)
And now that we platinum,
satisfaction
The role of captain played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit you soul absorb it
A real
mouth on my oxygen
You need to ghost, roll, bounce, skate
Jam, split, jet, motivate
It’s 2 AM and the bar is closed
It’s 2 PM and the after hours slows
that bitch
Not now, but right now, go 'head nigga, do it!
Blau! All up in her nightgown
Feed the crib, Fed description, kid wit no meat on his rib
While you bounce that ass on
My dick real slow
I got my blunt in my right hand
Lighter in my left
Blowin like a motherfucker, doin it to death
Gotta stay
your drive is all gone and your still in the mud but the wheels ain’t even spinning cause your batteries done so
Get a jump get it jumpin bob ya head
Reepz will be joining me in this operation,
operation starts at six p.m., I expect results
three hours from that time. Next time we speak,
shit that murderers move with" --> Nas
Music to live by, music to die by
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas
Uhh, Music
the Simpsons
Papa thought he was pimpin
Got whooped by extension cords
Now I buy the things that we couldn’t afford
Its first class whenever we board
I’m
played a little eight ball, made a few bucks |Dropped a little change in that old jukebox |Time flew by next thing I knew |I went for one but I stayed till
of THC
That's that potent rolled in BOB, if you got the paper can't forget the leaf
In the studio on a rhyming spree Presha put the beat together, said
and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back son
Me and Shock up in
played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit you soul absorb it
A real raw nigga won't fold or forfeit
loves me, so when I ain't around they ask for me
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy
For the fast money, I get up in that ass money
The fact you
played a little eight ball, made a few bucks
Dropped a little change in that old jukebox
Time flew by, next thing I knew
I went for one but I stayed 'til
to myself
That I'd never look down when I first climbed
I've done well for an ex gang member
And I've done bits and bobs
Just like what Montana done
Remember his mannerism
Similar to Briticism
Nkomo was King
Born for the crown
What happened to his tribe
That's a genocide
Bob got scared
Showed us his
before Bob Marley was rockin a fade
Before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
Before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves
I existed,
groomed by the block
Started putting in work
Bitch I was groomed by the block
Had my hand in the pot
We was getting that guop
I was groomed by the block
I
three, four, five o clock in the mornin', you know I'm tryin' to see more
{"Alone in the street"} All day, all night, All by myself, you know that I'm all
that's how I - IIIII ditch 'em
Keys in the ignition, bounce get missin'
WE DON'T DO COMITMENTS (holla)
Hit the club, back to my mission
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