Lyrics:
[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad]
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Zaytoven bang, bang, bang bang
All this weed I smoke I think I'm Bob Marley
(Dope)
I got a ounce in the motherfuckin' party (Oh)
Baby, please don't
want that cock
Hit me up when you want more dick
Hit me up when you want that cock
Hit me up when you want more dick
As I sit back and roll up this
I swear to God I ain't never cried so hard in my life
And all my life
I just wanted to see his life get right
I just want one more day
Or one more
polar
How I did 4 albums by myself Im certainly anti social
How I didn’t cry when you did your time
Im surely psycho social
And I came from Social Circle
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
be rolling through the streets
In a beamer bomber like Hiroshima
Hit you like Katrina 'til they like
"Damn Gina!" (Damn)
I eat MCs like fast food,
the legislation
My mind has just left the station
You gotta study the basics
Fore you even reach the matrix
No more talking about Satan
My God Body is
we are really thought of highly by the G up above you need some more evidence of how He rode for you okay have a comfortable seat and gone let me show
So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your
a massive super tax
If they sell it in the shops you'll have to buy it by the gram
No more fucking ounces this ain't fucking Amsterdam
People shuffling round
JMC you going crazy
Aye BandzOverBullshit nigga aye
Try it get the full bitch
Aye I dont like these hoes after I hit she get to cooking
This wifey
amazin'
Bitch, I've been blazin', I'm talkin' grass, I ain't talkin' grazing
They just hit the tape while I sip scotch let the haters kick rocks
My shit
to the kick drum to snare hit then the finger snap then the head bobs then the toes tap
Then finger the notes and neXt pluck the strings and hear voices sing
Yasss
I'm gonna hit a free style
Yass I'm gonna hit a free style
Smoking on that triple scoup
Girl don't hit the foreign coupe
Why my shoes are
are more followers
Than there are leaders
PW: yeah I agree…You know what
The funny thing is that
We’ve never done it on a Kanye West album
It might be
more
G Malone came with a smash hit with Akon
Mistah FAB battled Royce Nickel with napalm
Then everybody start to scream
Out the new West
And claim that
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
gotta brag about it fool
Heard he died fullclip aint have a chance to grab his tool
Sent dat nigga outta space cause he aint planet by the rules
On some
on embargoes
These label parties, our union could start a movement
More Bob Moses than Martin Luther
I been to the places that y’all posing and it’s not
around to it
My life is hanging by a thread
Bob your head 'till the last note hits
We're feeling fine for the sake of it
We made a bet, then we forfeited
on the free but
This some shit that I wrote, legendary like the goat
Who got game?
Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes
My album, niggas
what I might even do with it
That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw
Maybe you hit it
Aww man, I'm more concerned why
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