Lyrics:
to maintain, where the sun don't shine
On a daily basis I hear shots but H.P.D. don't mind
Cause they figure we'll kill eachother by 2000 and 2
But fuck
(cause girl I got you)
As I was walking by
I seen you standing there with a smile
Lookin' shy caught my eye
Thought you wanna hang a while
I-15
Well my daddy Amram was a mystery
It was just my ma, my sister and me
When they took me out and bundled me in style
Now, I ain't mad that they ran
Headshots!
I guess that explains it, don't it
She started to make a mark but it came apart
That's what you get for tryin' to make your little sister eat
what you get for tryin' to make your little sister eat the kitty litter
Let's watch a rapper get bitter like the city winter
What the fuck you thinkin'?
bitches won't cut I'll rely on my hand to breathe
Fuckin this Cantonese, Betty named Tamberly
and her four older sisters 'til the blisters began to bleed
one
The D-Day for Dupree and yes I'm funk-ay
I got you bobbing to the funky style
K-Def let 'em know here comes the funky child
Yeah, born in
from me now I'm in a bad mood
Like bitch I was not done yet Why'd you be so rude
And why the fuck a goofy actin' crazy He a real dude
If he steady
Momma's in tha kitchen cookin' that rice
Father's outside shootin' them dice
Brother's in jail, raisin' hell
Sister's on the corner sellin' fruit cocktail
seeing in 3d
Swear everybody out here
Talking bout OG
Like I was little with my sister
Listening to shady
Rap no cap
Man my sister raise me
Always there
me
grabbing hold of me and tightening its grip
tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans
which look great on me by the way
When I get
bitty little boy
Little critter gonna get a little bit of pitty points
Smoking joints though
My cousins and my sisters busy living in the city
Getting
that they'd find freedom
Just across the Jersey line
Hopped into a stolen car
Took Highway 99
And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them
I'm warring, so my wife
Will never have to know Tina
My Sisters were never edified
I was left heated fired the cold in my heart
So my son won't know
The L.A.B album drops
I won't promote by doing in stores
I'm out at night on the highway painting over your billboards
So what I'm a glory hound cause I tore
protractors
The master degree, you saw me slaughter the beat, that's a massacree
Punches second nature like Creed I'd prolly Flow backwards
Freshman album but
it up
I got little older, a tid bit wiser
My stylist keep me fresh with the vest or the visor
I don’t make a move til I talk to my advisor
D Brown hold
all in ya ears when you hear it
It's all in the notes and the lyrics
Just call me a goat by my appearance
Mmm but I just really don't see it
Until I get
out here in my dojo, I know how to add kicks
I made my whole album solo, y'all can't call me average
I'm always on the go-go, y'all can't grasp this
Everything and everyone a blur
I was left on a highway, sun been rising on the coast
Found myself with a lighter, cigarette bud
I was no kid, anyway
as a kit-kat (Diamond, where'd you get that
Beat from?) Yo, Jazzy dug in the crate
Needs another loop, so we added a flute
Then it came together, and I
my back (cause girl I got you)
As I was walking by
I seen you standing there with a smile
Lookin' shy caught my eye
Thought you wanna hang
pick up the phone when my sister calls
My mama was a sailor
But even by the sea
My heart has got a jailor
There ain't no key
What you got for me?
Ok
Ok Ok
Aye I like this one bro
Aye usually like on a beat like this i'd come crazy
But we gon tone it down a little bit we gon chill out for this
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