Lyrics:
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
newspapers that pushed your album back
But it wouldn't have come out quicker if you induced labor
If you said something doper, I'd probably quote ya
But
know why you a dog
Know I'm coming for the crown (yuh)
Drop an album, kids want to party
Get them niggas out my house (out)
This is Hidden Hills, how
America
Real niggas stand if your fake I ain't hearin' ya
And I don't need you on my album to sell
My name rings bells, so take it to hell
This, is for
heard nothing like me yet
Bring anyone I bet money, live will set
Your honey sticking like honey, nice and wet
Don't lie, you would like to be Ghetts
ya head
Roll it up
Smoke a blunt shit
I be a dog street nigga beat them up like Sion
Got the gun blade fuck them up like Leon
Seeing many colors its
Yes sir, ooh
People, this is Weezy Wee (I let 'em know)
I love myself
I love what I am
I love who I is
I love Weezy
Your girl, your man, your
Bitch you barking like a dog
Bitch you barking at a God, I'm Anubis
If you trying me, you stupid
I turn three bodies into three stooges
I'm taking
too crazy
Way too wavy for your sandcastle
Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the masses
My movement
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Water, yeah
(Damn, JakeSand)
Free my dog, he 'bout to go from goulash to panna cotta
I don't burn, but if I
Gretchen von Ivan
Go-kart rushin' to finish their album then you find them
Lost, dog paddling, back stroking, what done happened?
Be rhymin' catching
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
with this sheer gift, and so I'm here to share it
I swear it, fuck money, so go ahead and copy this album
Don't sell it, give it your friends for free,
"
Done, and done.
"Put on a tutu, glue two live wiener dogs to your face, and
Prance around the subway terminal screaming 'Stop looking at me!'"
OK
Im a dog,
Im a dog,
Im a dog,
Im a dog,
Made that gangsta shit like set it off,
Made that gangsta shit like big money,
Lights, camera,
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
realize you've made a mistake
Life is beautiful
And death is inevitable
You got plenty to die
It's doesn't have to be by your hands
Your identity is
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
shottie
I'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible
Page 1, come here son
Mind your manners, just be cool
I know you lame when you
shottie
I'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible
Page 1, come here son
Mind your manners, just be cool
I know you lame when you
Never caught a fish though
Not rocking with homos
Wait.. do dogs wear clothes?
I'm Straight George on the flow
Won't be bicurious, I'm a yes or no
May
ignore
Waiting for the door
Just want to get home before the night resembles war
But there's more
3 stooges by the bike rack
Pop on the headphone
shit on the map
And finally get they fuckin' snaps
Broke off like it was supposed to be done
Niggas sayin' they weak due to
The fact that one
Nigga
a robbery: in the end you have no credit left
We touched our soul but you just moaned me your higher scale
You play the puppet and so you call the stooge
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