Lyrics:
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
It's on
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I sold tapes every day me and Freddy be
Been famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars,
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
halos for demons
Look sleepy don't bother the weed hit
Four blunt in rotation Olympics
That's a four by four no sprinting
Hit the lock on that door no
gots to start off my day to a fat-ass blunt
Step out the house on the get-high-creep
'Cause when I'm good and fucked-up
I'm a smash some peeps,
out the shop
Mint green sidekick, custom-made rag top
"Strictly Business" is the album that we play
"You're A Customer"; the pick of the day
Now there's
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
Gunshots ringing off in
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
or two grand to
Be split three ways in those days
That was as much "success"
As we thought possible
The earliest performances on this album
Are brought
could not yet be put into words
Skip forward a year, 1995
A new album by Green Day comes into my life
I'm told "this is punk" and I dye my hair green
the cops and beefing blocks
Think you'll ever see me, must be chiefin rocks
Like Green Day, they album dookie
Coming around washed up, on that Pookie
your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
It's on
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I sold tapes every day me and Freddy be
Been famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars,
It's on
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I sold tapes every day me and Freddy B
Been famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you
and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you say
If you wanna learn how I’m living just
care less what u say
Bitch No talking to me
Me key aye it's by any means
I'm gettin that green
I'm packing em out cuz I need the cheese aye
I really
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
and listen
Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam
A lot of people tried to discourage me man
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics
the honeys stay
When the gray skies replace the sunny days
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
It was all good just a week ago shoe box full no sneakers tho,
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
love you)
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green (harmony)
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (is you by my side)
All,
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
in my shades in my blueones
gotta pair with the studs like donna's
light green lookin just like niners
sum say das my house like rond rall
doors open
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