Lyrics:
got me feelin' buzzed
Ghetto breed felonies, my niggas face the judge
The witness tryin to place his mug, the D.A. tryin' to taste his blood
so respect me
(Chorus x4) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are all the things that a G brings
To your party, birthday,
let 'em breathe
RIP to a motherfucker who want war with me
Run up get your ass served VIP
Whoop a bitch nigga ass my specialty
SOB, son of a gun, huh
Hey (hey) city boy stuck
Penny-loafers didn't bring No luck,
Should I throw him a rope?
Nope, hell no, not me
I'm rollin' on goin' on by, yee yee
the house
I feel numb when I'm high on you
I feel the groove when the rhythm brings me blues
I feel numb when I'm high on you
You're my rocket fuel, you're my
as smooth as a chocolate swirl,
I dance a little funky, so watch me girl.
There's not one here that does it like me,
My Super Bowl Shuffle will set you
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
I'll do anything for thy, don't ignore me
This is more than a sick love story
Without you I'd bring a shotgun to school
And I will if you want me to for
prefer
Your forty-four might do damage
But see my streetsweeper's much worse
My shotguns are cocked
Make sure you're stayin' in line
Me twenty two is no
Straight north of your heart
And babe when you cried
I felt a lightnin through my heart
You left your sting
I still be dreamin
So bring your drum
And bring
the face by a cop, close casket
An open and shut situation
Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation
If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue
Good times are minute made like
Lemonade all summer
Summer breeze and wavy trees bring
Memories all summer
Bike rides and cul de sacs
With my boys never
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Bounce
(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce
I think it's that, give us that gat
Whatever war you bring, just send me to Iraq
I rap like my tongue was sitting
smoke and drive
All the things I'm finna do to you
All our dreams is coming true
Got you shotgun in my ride
Got my hand up on that thigh
When I'm
No matter it's night time white lightnin
Strike me right down if ever I start lyin
Ugh, lemme bring you the truth
Only woman I be seein' when I'm
to me
Looking fine through my whiskey eyes
A little lit, that's no surprise
Get there by the end of the night
I'll be here till closing time
Hell yeah,
motherfuckers
Now you know you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one
No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts
You're a victim from my
motherfuckers
Now you know you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one
No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts
You're a victim from my
the knack to hack it off
Take the knowledge from it
Use it all to bring my wrath to gods
I'm walking taller than giants
They oughta call me Goliath
I'll face
Walk through the fire man that cannot burn me
I will not bow my knee to anyone except Jesus
This is where I pledge my allegiance
I will not water down
Years of ministry, bein fightin the wars of demon-ology
Soldiers of my direction writin your sins of reality
Lyrical space, the black me, I write,
restin'
While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules
Everything around me black, as you can see
This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance
Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me
I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3
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